I Stand By My Beliefs

How do those roosters drink their beers if they don't have opposable thumbs? Do they have beer valets, or something?

Simple they bring their mouth to the beer instead of beer to their mouth.

And I was under the impression you could think outside the boxes.

Then their combs would get wet, and I see no napkins on the table.

I believe for every drop of rain that falls
There's that much rain
I believe in the great somewhere
Ice cream's vanilla plain
(no nuts, no fudge, no cookie dough, no marshmallows)
I believe for everyone who goes astray
There may be a stint on the gallows
I believe tiny fairies fly in bubbles in wine
I believe, I believe, we each are in a bind

With enough beer, you become sufficiently drunk enough to not care about such trivialities.

Large, powerful beaks and neck muscles grasp the rim of the glass and lift it up so the beer pours down the rooster's throat. When your hands are located inside your wings, you have to get creative.

At least you have your religion to fall back, off the bar stool, on.

I use my pecker, and every splash of panache, is used on my cockscomb.

I'll bet the left chicken voted for Trump. Didn't he mention fighting the evil dolphins during one of his campaign speeches?

Trump fought dolphins, or the chicken. I'm confused. Was the chicken drunk at the time?

I believe he did it on porpoise and the chicken was down to a wing and a prayer.

seriously? lol

Ekename is always serious.

Stand by.

Sometimes it's harder than the booster
Giving all your love to just one rooster
You'll have bad times, and he'll have good times
Doin' things that you oughtn't yooster
But if you love him, you'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to shooshter
And if you love him, oh be proud of him
'Cause after all he's just a cock.
Stand by your cock, give him two wings to cling to
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely.
Stand by your cock, and show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love in talk.
Stand by your cock.
Stand by your comb, and show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love at home.
Stand by your comb.

See I believe everything is sacred...
...my analysis of the disparity is that probably the wording means different things for each of us.

...if you just meant things should mingle and jingle, then nothing is sacred indeed. On the other hand, if its happening its naturally sacred.

i tend to think of it more in the idea that everything is mockable

as was discussed in a thread recently, rape isn't funny, but there have been rape jokes that were at the very least humorous in their observations

We both agree then.