No, it is not a new insult or obscenity. It is a contraption, and my sister just built one.
And just when I was beginning to forget she is not your normal human.
How does a chicken plucker work, exactly? This two minute video shows you. It is not gory and disgusting, I swear. I found it rather amazing:
I’m not going to ask what the chickens hanging upside down in the traffic cones is all about. I am pretty sure that part is gory and disgusting. Tra-la-la, they are just having a little inversion therapy.
Should I ever find myself needing to pluck a chicken, this whizbang chicken plucker will be the way to go. Not that I expect to ever need to pluck a chicken. That is why god made grocery stores and butchers.
But hey, if I am stuck on an island with a bunch of scantily clad humans and they have a chicken plucking elimination event, I will totally build one of these using wood from fallen trees, sap from rubber trees, and nuts and bolts shed from passing airplanes.
I will build a bicycle to power the motor and the Howells and I will feast on roast chicken while Ginger belly dances for entertainment and the Professor and Mary Ann soak in the hot tub built by Gilligan and the Skipper.
And then MacGyver will show up to rescue me and we will live happily every after.
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Many thanks to Roxanne for calling last night and getting me out of my bad mood. I luvuman!
