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The daily struggles of chicken bones on the streets of east London.

Sunday Snackbox: Broken Bones


Someone needs to call Bone Services on the idiots who committed these crimes. Not only is the poor wing busted into a thousand pieces, but its also lying in a dried up pool of urine. I mean this abuse needs to stop, and NOW. We could have glued the lil bugger up and let him go on his way, but with crackie piss infecting the marrow there is never a happy ending.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Inner thoughts of the wing: "Everybody betrayed me! I fed up with this world!"

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