Roscoe's House Of Chicken And Dolphins

I had to get bloggy for this one. My son Holden made this for me in art class. If its not plainly clear, it is hammered metal stuck to a block of wood, and the image is a piece of fried chicken. Hell yeah.

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On a completely unrelated note, can someone clearly explain the fascination we have with swimming with dolphins? What is the attraction? What are people looking to get out of the experience? I can only guess they want to saddle them up and jump through fiery hoops. If not, then they are Troy McClure-like freaks who would prefer to do the whole thing behind closed doors. If not those things, then I can only imagine a briny, bumpy experience with an animal that would most likely be annoyed that you are there. At worst, he’d cackle and knock you in the skull with a fin or a beach ball.

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Oh yeah, and I just figured out my life can be encapsulated in a Supertramp song. Guess which one.