I was about 7 1/2 months pregnant, and I had just had major root canal work done on my tooth when I came home to find Arthur's big assed rooster (aptly named "Lunch") cruising around inside my house.
He was a cranky old thing - on a good day I wouldn't even look side ways at this rooster! After chasing it around the house for about 10 minutes, I, in a frenzy, called Arthur. He was at a meeting so I got his message bank. This was the message I left:
I carn get iss ucking ooster out of the ouse and it's hitting everywhere! Ooo ave to get ore ass ome an get it out or I'n oing to ill the ittle astard!
When he got the message and stopped laughing, to my absolute mortification, he put it on loud speaker and played it for everyone in the meeting to hear!
He's dinner was in the dog that night!!!