I need to write a story about Chelsea the Chicken. This is Chelsea. I purchased this ridiculous thing at a store on the Maine Coast. There aren’t enough words to express how entertaining I find this stuffed chicken. Just … look at her.
I am a walking, talking contradiction. INFJ, martial artist, father of 3 awesome boys, database nerd, aficionado of great music, coffee snob, tattooed, overflowing with at-times crippling amounts of empathy. Now you know me, which means we can never hang out. Sorry, but not really, I'd find an excuse not to no matter what.