I made a remarkable discovery last night.

was it funny?

my heart bleeds for you, gus.

well, actually, to be honest, it bleeds completely of its own accord, but it is happy to turn the odd buck on it.

??

Well, gus, it does tell us a lot about you and a lot about them.

I'm offended too and I don't know why.

But it feels so good, I think I'll just keep feeling it,
both for you and for me.

This is becoming quite odd...

Gus decided to post "I saw a ghost of a chicken in my weed smoke, am I the only one?" as General News, which is for news items and not of the I-see-things-while-high variety.

It was a joke. And of course we didn't take it seriously. Neither does Gus.

Hahaha!!!!

I saw a ghost of a chicken in my KFC once. Now that's a total buzzkill when trying to simply enjoy a little extra crispy.

If he posted while he was high can't we assume that Gus took it very seriously.

Craven wasn't being totally honest when he said this...



I didn't say anything about weed. It was in the smoke of my cigarette.
The ghost of the chicken was there.

I know what I saw.

Yes Gus, I did replace cigarette with weed. It was out of charity. I didn't want people to think you are weird or anything. I was also a bit glib to say you don't take it seriously given your long history of abuse suffered under a cruel chicken's rule.

I guess I should be more sensitive to those who were raised by a wild hen, it's just so... weird.

Ypu guys are too funny!!!!LOL!

Craven continues to puzzle me with his statements, such as...




I'll admit, I've had a life filled with experiences... giant squids for pets, confrontations with space vampires in caves buried deep beneath my bathroom floor, capybaras gone wild, 55 gallon drums filled with Viagra tablets which were consumed resulting in a tryst on the edge of my swamp with a bevy of beauties from around the world, close encounters in Chicago with a bunch of knife-wielding actuaries, hallucinogenic experiences resulting from staring at crumpled coke cans, hang-gliding off the Brazilian coast with a bunch of spider monkeys, deep sea diving with Johnny Carson and Roy Roger's kid, and a list of other accomplishments that are too numerous to mention, but I never, ever, said anything about being raised by a wild hen.

To even come up with something so ridiculous is beyond reproach. I would like an immediate and heartfelt apology from Mr. DeKere. This whole affair is starting to get out of hand.

I do not want to involve my lawyers on this.

I await your apology, Craven.

Still waiting....

Gus,

True, you haven't spoken of the darker side of Gus much, but it's not all capybaras and games. What of the deep dark secrets? I've heard that while delirious you spoke of being raised by a wild hen and an abusing one at that. It would be unfriendly to allow this denial to continue.

I didn't want to dredge up these memories but at least I didn't bring up the couch and why it's frayed in certain places.

Let it out Gus, this is where the healing begins....

Denial is the classic signature of a long history of abuse.

Dear goddess! Please tell us he was not hen-peckered...........


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Oh, the horror - the horror....

In gus' first incarnation he led a long life and upon his death he arrived in heaven and caused a ledgendary scene.

There were two long lines for men entering heaven. One was for the 'hen-pecked' husbands and the other was for the 'rulers of the roost'.

The line for the 'hen-pecked' husbands was enormous, while Gus alone was in the other line. St. Peter marveled at the descrepency that day and approached Gus asking him why he was the only one there.

Gus plucked the capybara bone from between his gumholes and replied that he had no idea and furthermore couldn't be bothered. His wife had told him to stand in that line.

You really had to see it. It's an important piece of why Gus sees the ghost of chickens in his 'cigarette' smoke.

Ladies & Gentlemen - I give you the immortal gustavratzenhofer