It is the year 2050
You log on to your old desiccated tumblr account in an attempt to remember your repressed teenager hood.
The first post on your dash is one of a fluffy chicken and all the memories come rushing back.
The fluffy chicken, you think to yourself, will always and forever be the national bird of my soul.
tagged as: Tumblr. fluffy chicken. Future. national bird.
posted on February 17, 2013