Piggysnoot

This morning I had to put a chicken in my crockpot. I had to remove the goodie bag of disgustingness. I had to rinse it out. I had to remove a FEATHER that was still attached. A feather. Still attached. Words cannot describe the grossy grossness. I did all this with sandwich bags on my hands. And it was still nasty. And gross. And if my mom wasn’t on vacation I would’ve had her do it for me. She doesn’t mind repulsive chickenness. And I love her for that.