I was at Kings Island yesterday and we met a boy who we called “Chicken Boy”. When we first saw him he had a ball up his shirt and he said he was pregnant, it was a girl and its name was Darrel. The next time we saw him he wasn’t pregnant and he said the baby died… He through the ball and it hit a stroller so the mom killed it… Anyway then we saw him again at a ride and he got all depressed because it said no chickens were allowed… Then he started dancing… But yeah… I fell in love with this Chicken Boy.

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