Okay, first of all, what in the ever loving hell?!
Yes, kids, that's a chicken rooster topiary centerpiece for your table. Or something. But wait! There's more!
Do you see that? Do you?
Who in the name of Richard Simmons' sweaty, sweaty thighs has money for shit like this?! Jesus Christ. That's just depressing. But, hey! On the bright side, maybe my bitter, salty tears will help flavor some of the gruel I'm eating.
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