I think you mean pecking order. Pegging order… that’s something completely different. That’s butt stuff.
No no. It’s accurate. He got pegged by a cock.
Relevant Bob’s Burgers
Appropriate edit for bicycle day!
A) How you not know what a chicken is?
B) Hit the chicken with a stick or kick it hard enough, and it will leave you alone.
Somebody hasn’t played Zelda and it shows
I was on a geology field trip, in college, and another student saw free range cattle and was excited to see her first elk.
I mean, it is way too small, but has four legs and two visible ears, so there’s that. But still, though.
It only just dawned on me that it’s possible to eat (grocery store) chicken your whole life and never actually see a live one, anywhere. If nobody told you what a chicken looked like, you would never know.
Goes fishing.
Comes home with a chicken and no fish.
C) kick the shit out of the animal abusing cunt
The chicken was abusing him first.
It itched for several seconds, so me dousing the ant hill in petrol and lighting it up was just the rational thing to do.
Defending yourself against a feral animal that’s attacking you is not abuse.
It’s a hen, not a rooster. So it isn’t even territorial, it’s not attacking you. It can peck your bare toes and while it may surprise you, I’ve never had them break skin/bled from it. (And I never bother putting on shoes). But my spouse has a pair of sandals? Slides some would call them that are like foam and the always are interested in pecking those to see if they are food, I think it’s the design.
Now if the rooster in the middle really wanted to start something maybe you’d have reason to peck back but kicking a hen is akin to roundhouse kicking an unsuspecting toddler in the face. It isn’t self defense, it’s dropping a nuclear bomb on a homeless person asking for change
it’s not attacking you.
I’m not OP. I don’t know what that chicken was doing to him. But if it’s enough to drive him away from his fishing spot, I say that’s enough to warrant hitting back.
A) How you not know what a chicken is?
B) Trap it and it’s dinner time
“I am the Lorcox, I speak for the fishes”
Can’t tell if the title typo is an intentional joke or your autocorrect’s, “learned words,” are telling on you.
Based
Wait, are they saying that they don’t know what a chicken is?
The US stereotype were created by the internet giving people like this a voice to be heard outside of their family.
Ah yes, I saw this on Planet Earth 2. Attenborough said it was the great pacific King Eagle. Strange to see it off its normal migratory pattern. Ah well, thats global warming for you.
“This is my spot, buddy.”
I wanna get pegged by a busty chick…
The universe was telling you to up your poultry intake
I’ve found that if a rooster is trying to attack you, that if you spray it in the eyes with WD-40, it’ll stop in its tracks, look at you stupid like wtf just happened, and walk away.
What the actual fuck
