Apotropaic chicken parts are better than friendship pins. Ask me how.

[A conversation with my Misfits brother Scott, who, it should be noted, lives in the country and deals with a lot of livestock.]

Scott: “A rooster got into the backyard earlier, and one of the dogs thought it was a toy.”

Me: “Oh, no.”

Scott: “Yeah. Blood and feathers everywhere.”

Me: “Jesus. That’s awful.”

Scott: “Yeah.”

Me: “…”

Scott: “…”

Me: “…”

Scott: “So, do you want the feet?”

Me: “Yes, please.”

And now he’s debating the merits of freeze-drying versus salt preservation while pointing out “all the magical things you’re going to do with my cock.”

This is definitely not how I thought things would go when Tony sandbagged me into joining a leather club five years ago, but you know what? I feel accepted, so I’m just going to keep running with it.

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