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24Aug / 2012
This morning I took the back way to work, through the Vienna Woods. In one village, I had to stop my car and wait while a group of chickens crossed the road.
It’s going to be one of those days, I thought.
Posted in Das Gehirn, ferner liefen, Metamorphosism
Tags: chicken, commute, joke, morning, Vienna Woods
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I admire you for writing this and resisting the probably overpowering urge to ask “why?”
I admire you for writing this and resisting the probably overpowering urge to ask “why?”