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oh yeah without a doubt I cannot even see preview, hear the song or anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!the exorcist. the original one.
I was seven when my mother took me to the American Theater to see The Birds. She must have thought it was an Audubon Society film. Two weeks later, my Cub Scout pack took a field trip to Solon, Ohio home of Stouffer Foods. They were making chicken pot pies that day. The chickens were trucked in along the Ohio Turnpike on flatbed trailers. The birds on the outside of the shipment were drunk with velocity, those on the inside were damn near suffocated by being surrounded by other chickens.When I was a kid, the family used to go to Bodega Bay on my step father's yacht. One year we went and they were filming "The Birds". We looked at those black wax crows and said, "Who would ever find this scary"?
After watching the movie once it came out, I couldn't sleep well for at least a week. I was about 11 and I actually asked my parents if I could sleep with them, much to my shame. Even today, being nearly 60 I still freak when they close up the guy with his eyes pecked out.
I was seven when my mother took me to the American Theater to see The Birds. She must have thought it was an Audubon Society film. Two weeks later, my Cub Scout pack took a field trip to Solon, Ohio home of Stouffer Foods. They were making chicken pot pies that day. The chickens were trucked in along the Ohio Turnpike on flatbed trailers. The birds on the outside of the shipment were drunk with velocity, those on the inside were damn near suffocated by being surrounded by other chickens.When I was a kid, the family used to go to Bodega Bay on my step father's yacht. One year we went and they were filming "The Birds". We looked at those black wax crows and said, "Who would ever find this scary"?
After watching the movie once it came out, I couldn't sleep well for at least a week. I was about 11 and I actually asked my parents if I could sleep with them, much to my shame. Even today, being nearly 60 I still freak when they close up the guy with his eyes pecked out.
When we entered the plant, we saw chickens hanging by their claws from an overhead conveyor. The station we first saw was where the pin feathers were being removed. Hundreds of dead chickens, some with the heads still attached swung by like a sick June Taylor dancer routine. The fellows shaving the pin feathers were dressed in leather aprons. They each held a straight razor. One of them turned and smile at us. He was spattered with chicken blood from his hairline to his chin. His teeth were a distinct shade of yellow. He grinned and held his razor up for all us Cub Scouts to appreciate.
I haven't eaten poultry since 1964!