I know I shouldn't laugh at my own jokes, but somebody has to…
Jen and I had the following conversation this afternoon:
J: "Russell's chickens didn't lay any eggs this week, apparently."
R: "Why's that? Don't they lay eggs in cold weather or something?"
J: "I don't think so. They can get too old as well, I think—a sort of chickens' menopause."
R: "You mean a henopause?"
