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As a writer, I've always been interested in family stories. When I heard of a Satanic cult in my family tree, I thought I'd found the story of a lifetime. Read more.

Little boys make terrible copywriters.

Little boys make terrible copywriters.

"Mommy, what are you doing?"

"I’m writing a website about chickens. Want to help?"

"Okay! You type what I say. First: Why did the chicken man go to the store?"

"I don’t know. Why?"

"'Cause he needed to buy more hens! Now I want you to write about mac and cheese. Why did the mac and cheese guy go to the store? Because he needed more cheese for his mac and cheese!"

"This is going to be a silly website."

"It's silly because I want funny jokes. Now I want to do one about green beans. Why did the green bean guy go to the glasses store? Cause he needed more green bean glasses!"

"Let’s stay on topic, please. What should I write about chickens?"

"Well the first thing I want to say is, Why did the chicken—this joke is about giraffes."

"WE'RE WRITING ABOUT CHICKENS HERE."

"It's a chicken giraffe. Okay. Why did the giraffe—"

"The chicken giraffe."

"Why did the chicken giraffe go to the store? Because he wanted to buy some more vegetables!"

"Do chicken giraffes eat vegetables?"

"That’s not the point. Another joke. The chicken didn't want to take a mud bath. Is that funny or not?"

"Tell me some good things about chickens."

"Okay, fine. Why was the chicken late to the party?"

"I don’t know. Why was the chicken late to the party?"

"Because his horse didn't go very fast."

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