A chaotic tale of medical misfires, flirtatious lighting fixtures, and aggressive plumbing-related trauma.
All I wanted was silence. What I got was five proposals, a jealous lamppost, and PTSD from plumbing.
Welcome to Tales from the Dumpster Fire, the only historical archive built entirely of the many misadventures of Rude Chicken. Expect marginally unhinged stories of poor decisions, goats of various alignments, and true love (bench style). None of this was supposed to happen this way, but here we are. So stay seated, because this isn’t just a story. Its lore.
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