I was supposed to have a vegetable garden last year. It was supposed to be right next to the chicken coop. And the northern part of the coop was supposed to be my garden shed. Complete with a potting bench. It was a good plan. Instead I ended up with a flock of scurvy pirates living where my garden should have been. Not to worry though. I thought they would simply fertilize the area for me and I would be able to reclaim the plot this year.
But instead I ended up with a one-eyed rooster that didn't get along with all the other chickens. Old One-Eyed Calico Jack needed a safe place to live. I felt sorry for Jack 'cause well, he is disabled an all. So I gave up my garden shed and made it comfortable for him. Then Jack needed ladies. He also needed a place to hang out with and show off for the ladies. So my garden spot was converted to a swingin' bachelor pad. Once again, I have no place to plant my vegetables.
Me: What have you got to say for yourself Jack?
Jack: "Let them eat cake instead."
Me: "Or how about fried chicken?"
Jack: "Heh, heh, heh that's a good one.
It was a good one right?
You were just kidding?
(not a word)