On Friday night I went away with all of my homies from the snow. We went to Port Welshpool, but we stopped for dinner on the way in Foster. While we were eating dinner, a man came to our table selling raffle tickets. So we all bought some, as you do. Jackie and I had 3 tickets between us... I had 65, we shared 66 and Jackie had 67. Just before the raffle was drawn, the man who was selling them asked Teigan and I to help draw out the raffle. Teigan drew out all of the tickets for the meat trays. Then I drew out all of the tickets for the chickens. The first ticket I pulled out was yellow 67 D... Jackie's ticket! So she won a raw chicken. I thought it was hillarious. The raffle man complimented me on my calling skills and then I ate the rest of my dinner... and then we were on the road again.
The end.
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So what happened to the raw chicken? Did he get instantly bbq'd and eaten. Was he stuffed in your luggage? Or was he last seen attempting to cross the road? You can't end the story without telling us what happened to the chicken!
I'm not actually sure what happened to the chicken... He may have been left in an esky somewhere... or he may have been eaten... I left before the tale of the chicken ended!
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