When Mrs. Finkelman's mother was young, you could get a live chick dyed the same color as your shoes for your Easter outfit. Upside: You looked great. Downside: The dye was toxic, and the chick died. Bummer.
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5 comments:
Aw! I'm all for matching, but killing little chickies!? :[
That's kind of sad.
When my mother was young, she lived on a farm where she was chased by the chickens. She's still afraid of them now...
just bummer?!?! thats so sad!!!!!! :-(
awww poor chickies.....You can do it now and they won't die...and elise your socks never match so i don't know what you're talking about
Oh my god! Poor chickie!!! But, it would have matched a DANK pair of shoes I had this one easter, they were purple... that's right purple.
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