One weird damn story.

[I Love You]

I swear I don't know why I do these things but it's probably for an adrenaline rush. Heres the story:

 

We live on a farm, we have a few chickens like 13ish? anyways my mom refuses to sell them. She did once however, offered to let my brother butcher them. Anyways my friend knows a guy who needed some food for his two gigantic pythons and no place sells any food they can eat (rabbits, etc). And I mean we kinda need money. So I snuck in threw a couple of the chickens in a bag and sold em to this guy and left the cash on the table for my mom not telling her where it came from I didn't keep any of it. Anyways most likely she wont notice the chickens were gone, but it was such an adrenaline rush to just take something like that. I've done it before on a few small things at stores and it's so addicting :\. But now that it's all over and the pythons have eaten and I've left the money well.. I feel horribly guilty. I think I'm going to just tell her tomorrow what I did cuz I feel really bad. I mean the chickens didn't really serve much of a purpose as they hardly lay eggs and are pretty old.

 

 

I know this sound's like some weird foreign country type problem of stealing a couple damn chickens. It's almost silly.

 

 

But I still feel really bad about doing it without telling her I mean, I know she would flat out refuse to let them be snake food.