when your neighbours want your eggs

send them shells

Neighbours eh?

Can’t nuke’em.

Pass the beer nuts.

Our neighbours?

They had a lot of opinions about what we did in our backyard.

Happily however, they didn’t have the power of tariffs.

Instead?

When they were pised?

They called the city.

Now that we have chickens, very productive chickens, the best chickens, so many chickens, they are the greatest chickens, chickens so great, you’ll get tired of chickens….

We’ve been giving our eggs to all of our neighbors except those who, funny enough, live just south of us.

There were even some ‘Mexicans’ working at their place the other day.

I sent them home with two eggs each - just to spite the fat man and his wife.

These days it seems our North American neighbours are having some trouble with their hens.

It’s a shame really.

Despite the fact that the orange turnip believes that their house is fine and they don’t need anyone, their country are behaving as you’d expect - they’re begging.

Begging assholes.

Hey Denmark? Can we have Greenland? No? How about some eg…