To commit suicide apparently... it must have been depressed.
We rode the motorcycle up to "Harold's Place" in Brooklyn, Michigan for breakfast yesterday morning.
We weren't on the road for more than 2 miles when a rooster darted across the road right into the front tire of my bike. Feathers exploded everywhere and the bird went spinning off to the side.
Kurt and Alice were right behind me and he thought I hit a big stick...
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that's disgusting.
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