These socks are fuzzy. My feet are cold, because the outside is very cold and tries to enter my room by shaking my window with angry wind. I have a solution to these, my problems. Fuzzy socks are the answer. The great thing about these socks is when I wear them with boots to my A.I. class. Nobody knows it, but beneath my poo-encrusted clothes and boots lie some pink, white, and grey fuzzy socks.
Victor for life.
side note:
"In selecting feedstuffs for use in poultry rations, a number of factors, including palatibility,behavioral responses of the animal to the feedstuff, and physical condition of the animal, should be considered."
....behavioral responses? Do you mean, whether or not the chickens will organize into an anarchy, invent flying machines, and take over your farm? How do you tell if a feed will do that....?
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