What? You mean, as in: Oh, look, I’m popping a smilie!
We had an angry rooster. We ate him.
I have to confess a sin, well it’s not really a sin, and however it’s nothing to simile about never the less, here goes :pop.
Once upon a time when young very young indeed, and pop just came back from the old country, after raising expectations to the n’th degree that this time he would stay and make another, albeit less soaked try at it with mom, i figured now i can have some social base when the prom came about and parents needed to be introduced all around.
Felt extremely uplifted, by these happy new turn of events, however there came early on the problem with the birddogs.
The Everly Brothers hit the top 40 with Birddog, and although it has become an archaic worn out piece, they still spin it on the classic oldies station.
To cut to the chase, there was a matter of renewed heavy drinking, and this was the sixties. and Bob Dylan was blowing in the wind right there in Dinkytown , Minnesota, could see him in the campus bar there, next to the campus theatre, where new wave films were the order of the night, usually with titles like, shoot the piano player and last year in Marienbad.
One day dad coming upstairs from the downstairs italian restaurant where he worked as a dishwasher, took one look at the irish setter puppy i just got at the pond, and declared forthright, that either the dog goes or he does. Course the dog was just an excuse to find a way out of an extra marital mess in which both partners indulged, each measuring the worth of the other in terms of who is the best sexual magnet. It was to all inward appearances a case of two very self preoccupied egos, trying to outwit, and out do each other to see who will flinch first?
It was me, because at the time the dog meant a lot to me. So i said, you go, and he could have understood this too mean as a dare, rather then an honest wish,but he chose the latter and left.
My life shattered then, one day after he left, my friend and i were walking along the railroad track which ran about a block next to our apartment building, we saw a crate fall off a freight . Discovering 4 dozens of white chickens in there, my friend, wondering what we are to do with them, i suggested we keep them, slaughter them and we won’t be hungry for a while. He was very much against it at first, but finally acceded to placing their necks on to the balustrade upstairs, above the first floor apartments.
We succeeded to sever the necks of those chickens among a loud barrage of screams, with their blood cascading downward into the back portions of the apartments below. Some windows were splattered with scarlet, and that was that. After a month, i was able to get around the apartment fairly innocuously hoping that we left no trail following our deed.
The dog and the birds, were forever stamped into my mind after this, and the Everly Brothers song became a kind of period piece, a trace into an innocent time, with something new blowing in the wind.
Lot of synchronicity there, obe.
This is the part that’s most relevant to the chickens:
I agree that I need to chop off their heads, but unfortunately there’s no smily for that. What can I replace them with, obe, what?
Gib,
If you are a non-vegetarian, then do not think that it would be a cause or concern. 
with love,
sanjay
Gib,
What about these two?
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with love,
sanjay
I think that this may serve the purpose.
with love,
sanjay
It is settled.
This thread is making me want KFC.
And that’s exactly what I did with my chickens… well, two out of three anyway… chopped off their heads and shipped them to KFC headquarters.
BTW, your latest joker avatar looks like he’s masturbating.
Masturbating with a knife in hand.
Hook me up with a KFC discount.
I could really go for a chicken bowl right now.
I am afraid that it could be dangerous.
Please make sure that you do not cut off any useful thing in the exitement. 
with love,
sanjay
It’s the only way to go. 
Well, no shit!
BTW, did you want credit for the new addition to my sig?
Oh, what the hell, I’ll do it anyway.
Not at all.
I was just warning LM not to do such nasty things with one hand while holding knife in the other hand.
That sounds quite dangerous to me.
You never know…
with love,
sanjay
Zinnat, I’m fine I’ll have you know.
I have practice with these sort of things.
I’m more worried about my fixation with erotic asphyxiation.
Too late.
With LaughingMan, yeah, you never know.
You have practice masturbating with a knife?
I am relieved now.
Please, carry on.
with love,
sanjay
GIB, haven’t you heard of the phrase pain equals pleasure?
No, I’ve never heard that phrase but I have seen Hellraisers which portrays a similar theme. Is it like a circle rather than a spectrum? That is, instead of pain on one end and pleasure on the other, you take that spectrum and close it in on itself, connecting the two ends, such that ultimate pain and ultimate pleasure are indistinguishable?
In any case, your cock must be totally mutilated by now (unless you masturbate only rarely, in which case it’s probably still in pretty bad shape).
Yes, the poor thing looks like I took it through a cheese grater.
It’s what gets me through each day being that no woman is around where I can only afford hookers three times of each year. sighs