sorry, I couldn't help it
I have determined that this is really not a chicken but a cat. Only cats have nine lives
From all across the barnyard
The animals did meet
For competition so all could know
Who's strong, who's smart, who's fleet.
They wagered on the horse and bull
For which had greater strength
The barn owl and the pig were heard
To quote Shakespeare at length
The grand event: the marathon
To find the fastest leg
And at the finish, which came first
The chicken, or the egg?
-SealPoet
The chicken crossed the road to get a MacDonald's Big MAc.
By the way, I forgot to ask, "Is this a Kosher chicken"?
A chicken has to do what a chicken has to. No ifs & buts.
If a chicken "has to do", than let that chicken do his do-do on his own side of the road.
What if the chick doesn't make it to the other side of the road, and leaves a "load" in the middle of the road?
Splash! Splash!
There is always another chicken. So the next in line tries it.
SP,
When my two boys were little guys, this joke would send them in to paroxysms of laughter: Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to Happy Joe's.
I don't get it either.
4 lbs. fresh road-kill 1 tsp. black pepper
2 beers or 750ml zinfindel 1-3 tsps. oregano
2 Jalapeno peppers (chopped) 1 tbsp. cumin powder
2-4 tbsps. chili powder 1 tbsp. salt
4 cloves crushed garlic 1 16 oz. can Cantadina tomato sauce
1 tbsp. finely chopped green onions 2 tbsps. chopped bell pepper
more like "squish, squish....." c.i.
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: She didn't. She can't. She's been genetically engineered to have no bones, and some wonder if she should even be called a chicken anymore. Your notions of road-crossing and domestic avian exploration are antiquated, and date back to a time when there were physical frontiers for chickens to cross. Now it's just frontiers of mind and genes.
patiodog, My reliable sources tell me that before the automobile, the roads looked the same as everywhere else, so the chickens couldn't tell one from the other. c.i.
hmmm... to quote roland kirk,
"what road? you're in the city now, my friend. that's a street!"
"i don't see no sidewalk out there."
american country highways meander the way they do because they are built on top of old country roads, which were built on top of old footpaths, which were forged on top of animal trails, which usually led to a salt lick of a brine spring. all roads lead to salt.
