Right here. I want you to notice something.
This always kinda bothered me. Organic chicken feed? What does that even mean? I picture Landlady picking this up at a yuppie chicken supply store that specializes in exotic breeds. That only sells “Fair Trade” coffee at their snack bar. Right next to the store that sells Shih Tzus and Priuses.
I mean, what do the chickens care? They can’t even spell “organic.” I can’t define it, but at least I can spell it.
Now me, I’m a guy. I want poultry feed that comes in a package that looks like somebody spat tobacco juice in it. I want a sack you’ve got to grunt to lift. ‘Cause that’s the way real men swing.