The chickens do indeed have large talons

How much sweet moola have you made with Uncle Rico today? It's pretty freakin hot out, and the book I've been reading is pretty long, and the turkey on the grill is nowhere near done. So I've decided to start this up, seems pretty logical to me, then again you know how that works...

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