An Ode to Mike the Chicken
Apparently, this is an allegory for Michelle and her Ultimate abilities (her words... not mine):
His name was Mike. He lived for 18 months. And, every year in Mike's hometown, they have a festival that is dedicated to him. Somehow, someday, I'm making a pilgrimage to Fruita, Colorado to play in the Mike the Headless chicken Golf tournament. I want the t-shirt.
His name was Mike. He lived for 18 months. And, every year in Mike's hometown, they have a festival that is dedicated to him. Somehow, someday, I'm making a pilgrimage to Fruita, Colorado to play in the Mike the Headless chicken Golf tournament. I want the t-shirt.
posted by Anderson at 8:17 PM
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