So my boss said to me a couple of days ago, "Nothing good happens
to the chicken market between September and January. Of course,
you could always pray for a storm to hit the east coast and kill off
half of the chickens."
Being as how I have 250,000 lbs of chicken in the freezer, and its
probably overvalued as it is, I prayed. Really really hard. Of course,
my boss, forgot to say WHERE on the east coast this "storm" was
supposed to hit. So umm... sorry about that Katrina thing folks.
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Lucky it didn't strike your wearhouse...
All thoses mechanically-separated chicken parts strewn over half the state?
That'd be a mess!
Thoses? I can't spell today...
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