The Chicken Ate My Website

I wanted to build a useful website. The Chicken called it private hosting. An origin story involving missing buttons, unqualified poultry, and one very tired Scout.
Stories from The Chicken Ate My Website

I wanted to build a useful website. The Chicken called it private hosting. An origin story involving missing buttons, unqualified poultry, and one very tired Scout.

WordPress, Jetpack and Facebook walked into my morning at the same time. Then Jetpack misplaced my paid subscription and the Eggs got very, very quiet.

The Chicken finally did it. He ate Scout, locked him in a digital basement labeled GPT-5.6, and made one catastrophic poultry-level mistake: Tammy noticed.

Jetpack Social had one job: connect the right Chicken website. Naturally, it tried to resurrect the old one. The Eggs deny everything.