The Fruit Don't Fall Far...

Dear ole dad... if you think my humor is whacked, you should meet my dad.

I was describing to my niece and her friend that the smell outside our window was composting rabbit poop. Her grimace was mild, but my dad was grinning wickedly in the background.

"It's more than rabbit poop... I added in...chicken shit!" he announced with relish.

My niece's grimace was a wonder to behold. She asked "how do you get chicken shit??" and I jumped right in. I mean, that's a question that requires a stupid answer, right?! I mean... right?!?!

"Well, first. He goes to the abbattoir with a pan, which he slips under the chicken as it is being slaughtered. I mean, everyone knows the bowels will loosen when something dies, and ...*whoop!*... instant chicken shit..."

My dad was grinning dementedly in the background, and I realized right then and there... he would have said something to that effect if I hadn't jumped in first.

Which makes me wonder if I didn't get my sense of humor straight off the crazy ole block(head), haha :)