Chicks, man.

Everything about chicks baffles me.

They binge eat even though that practice essentially seals them in misery. Nothing good can come from overeating, yet they can’t help themselves.

In groups, they’ll often gang up on the one showing signs of weakness. The second they see red, it’s all over: no self control. Although they recognize that meek one in the pack as one of their own, they go after it until they’ve annihilated it. Maybe it’s a self preservation thing. Maybe they get some sort of rise out of it, and they’re just inherent bitches. 

Say what you will about chicks though. I’ve realized my life will always be full of them. After all, what’s a farm without a couple hundred meat birds and hens.

“The meal is not over when I’m full. The meal is over when I hate myself.”- Louis CK


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