dlowan wrote:Roberta wrote:ehBeth wrote:Roberta wrote:It's not enough I got two regional presidents, ... one of whom doesn't even live in the US of A.
You wanted some kind of favour? an extra bagel on your block? an extra chicken in your pot?
Hey, pres. Nice of you to talk to one of the little people. Got a surplus of bagels, thank you very much. As for chicken, all I have to do is pick up the phone. The Chirping Chicken delivers. Free would be nice. Is that a presidential prerogative?
I'm stunned.
Don't you insist the choipers be let loose and you run them down, one by one?
Re Sopranos: I was on my way to bed last night, and discovered that, at 10.45 pm, with no advertising or nuttin, they were running the final series!!!!!
I'd already missed more than half the episode!
As a cheetah, yes, I would insist that the chicken be let loose. I need the exercise. However, cheetahs don't cook, and the Choiping Chicken has some wonderful barbecue.
As a Roboida, I don't run nuttin' down. Can't run. However, this reminds me of the time I went with my grandfather to get a chicken from a chicken farm. I was to herd the chicken. He was gonna lasso it. Hoiding chickens is not my forte. I'm a city kid. I gave it my best shot. Grandpa called in reinforcements--my cousins. The three of us managed to get a chicken going in the right direction. Grandpa got it. Took it to the rabbi (a kosher chicken). I waited outside.
Bummer about the first episode of the Sopranos. The final season is a doozy. Hope you enjoyed what you got to see.
