  I hate chickens! Esp when I have to clean them. I mean, the chicken that's dead and is going be consumed. Well. I dug out what seems to be the lungs, and the windpipe for one of them.. Notice "one of them"? I did it for like 6 times! ARGH! I had to clean off all the yucky stuff inside their necks.
[Ok, maybe I should make this clear. It wasnt a whole chicken, but just the neck and ribcage area. ] My dad said the two red stuff is their lungs.. And I was so totally grossed out. Well, I couldnt resist the temptation of giving it a good hard queeze and out burst slimy red stuff. It's not blood. It's the flesh. ARGH. I had to skin the chicken too, and it was totally tough cos the skin's held with the flesh with this tissue and i had to literally tear the skin off the chicken.
But i had some fun with the chicken hair. It's fun pulling out the hair. By the time I was done with it, I felt like vomitting and not eat anything at all. But, since i have spent so much time and effort on the chickens, why not just eat the marcaroni but NOT the chicken. Yeah, I downed 3 bowls. 
