when I was a kid and went to summer camp the councillors had a game where each week one councillor would get a chicken exactly like that and they had to carry it around for a week. I don’t know how you got the chicken, but the goal was to keep it, and everyone else’s goal was to try and steal it, which resulted in teenagers elaborately tying a rubber chicken to their body for a week.
They ate with the chicken, showered with the chicken, even slept with the chicken.
One year my councillor had the chicken and I remember so vividly waking up in the middle of the night to pee and as I was crawling back into bed my councillor probably rolled over in her sleep and all I heard was a long, drawn out screaming wheeze of a fucking rubber chicken in the dead silence of the cabin.
concept: the cats are curled up beside you and there’s nothing to worry about. You’re not working today. You can hear the sound of rain coming down and you start to drift off to sleep.
So, I drove up to a stop sign, and there were a bunch of farm animals fenced in by the road. I saw a goat staring at me and decided to record a video, but I forgot my CD was still playing.
