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chicken meat
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one day when i was walking i saw a chicken talking
i went over to this rather large chicken and asked him if he had any chicken meat.
he slowly shook his head yes and pecked away.
i went home sat down and realized that i just got done talking to a chicken.
i walked into the kitchen and reached for my prozac.



