Topic: Days of Jeff's Life
One of the residents here at Camp Lakeview (henceforth known as "DQ", short for Drama Queen) is always getting himself into some sort of trouble. He doesn't grasp unintended consequences. Well, lately he's been wanting to get his kid a pet. So one day last week a dude I work with here was walking along and DQ pulls up next to him in his car. The kid is carrying on about something, but it sounded like DQ asked if he wanted some chicken. So the Dude asked what kind- BBQ, fried, ya know. DQ says they're all white. The Dude starts thinking white meat. So then DQ says he has 3 or 4 of them. THEM? So the Dude looks in the back seat and sees a box with a cover on it and some holes poked in it. DQ says he has to get rid of the chickens because the ammonia smell in his camper is driving him nuts. He honestly thought chickens would make a good house pet. As DQ always says, "You try to do something nice for someone..."
