One hen. Twelve burner accounts. All arguing with each other.
Reported by a Rooster on Probation • Fact-checked by absolutely clucking nobody
Mother ate the whitepaper. Called it due diligence. Now she's awake at 4 a.m., pecking refresh with a gas-station hot dog in one wing and a god complex in the other.
This is Mother Clucker: a memecoin hatched from pure internet brain rot. The flock shares one brain cell. Mother pawned it for a gold tooth. Nobody has noticed.
The farmer said diversify. Mother laid six eggs in the same basket and gave each one a Telegram. The rooster asked about utility. He's been removed from the chat.
“My risk tolerance? I sleep next to a fryer.”
Her therapist said touch grass. She tried to find its contract address.
ASK MOTHER / UNLICENSED POULTRY
Dear Mother,
No. 000
Dear Mother, I went outside and the graphics were mid. Is this a rug?
Six fresh cluck-ups. Not one professional involved.
CUSTOMER SUPPORT / AGGRESSIVE CLUCKING
File a clucking complaint.
Our support team is an egg. It has not hatched.
00
Your complaint will be escalated to a slightly larger chicken.
EVIDENCE THE INTERNET WAS A MISTAKE
Weapons of mass distraction.
RUIN THE TIMELINE. CONFUSE YOUR FAMILY. BLAME THE CHICKEN.