Saturday Night Social: A Month Later, and I Still Can't Stop Thinking About These Bouffant Chickens

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I have not run screaming from the bilious sinkhole that is Twitter for two reasons: The Museum of English Rural Life and the fact that knowing what people on Twitter are mad about is my main source of income.

But mostly The Museum of English Rural Life, which just a little over a month ago, gifted me with the bouffant chickens, for which I will never not be grateful. And now, they are my gift to you.


Such bouffants! Such chickens! These chickens could take the stage at the Grand Ole Opry in 1975. These chickens could have you beheaded for failure to produce a male heir. These chickens own 51 percent of this damn company. These chickens are my style inspo for 2019.

So how is everyone’s year going so far?

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Pumpkin Andy is Orange

So hey everyone! Let’s manifest a great new year! White lady woo!

Oh boy, my cat Blanchie, a calico, has this dreadful tooth situation going on. According to the vet, the cats he sees with it are usually torties or calicoes, and the solution is that all of her teeth have to be extracted. Cat surgery! Vet also said that this is a painful situation, and that cats who have this surgery for this problem usually take on new, fun, playful personalities once the pain is gone, after the procedure. So that’s going to be interesting, right? I’ll let y’all know about Blanche 2.0 if and when she appears! Here’s a pic of Blanchie, still with teeth (her tongue may dangle from her mouth after extractions because there are no teeth left to hold it in her mouth, aw). And here’s me with my hair with fresh color and a tiny trim! So pretty, right?