over Brooklyn checking out different pet stores and stocking up on
fish supplies for my new tank which I'll post pictures of later.
This morning I got here a little late and the setdressers were already
unloading their truck into set when I got here. When I walked up, all
the little chicks and their mother that I hung out with for like a
week last time I was prepping this location alllll came running up to
me and started peeping. The setdressers were all surprised and said
the chicks didn't do that for any of them... So basically I am a
father, and will post pictures of my chicken-children later.
I mean it's obviously because I fed them constantly when they were
tiny, last time I was here... But, whatever works to have adorable
chicks follow you around. If only human females would accept my
offerings of ripped up pieces of gross bagels. I'd be a regular Don
Juan.
I think this might be the worst written thing I've ever done. Posting
from a tiny phone keyboard has this weird way of making you write like
a child.
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You're one step closer to being my country brethren. To know the love of baby birds is to know thyself.
Oh yea, and why can't I "follow" you? Probably cuz I'm a dummy head.
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