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Sometimes you need a sunshine optimist.
Or a scapegoat.
Or an indecisive decision maker.
Or a forgetful professor.
Or a go-to-person.
I can never tell which.
That’s too many choices, so I usually just go with the scapegoat.
Or no. The indecisive decision maker.
Or no. The chicken trainer.
Looks like I left him off the list.
Guess I shouldn’t have had the forgetful professor put the list together.
He hates chickens.
He has what you would call an anti-chicken bias.
He teaches at the Chicken University.
I still don’t know how he got tenure.
It’s like the disappointment you feel
when you lose at a game of paintball.
Because your paintball gun jammed.
Because you were using real bullets.
Sometimes it’s right there in front of you.
Like when I found God in Godzilla.