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I need a favor...a poultry-related favor
That is one RUDE chicken.
I've already figured it out. It's a power/control thing just to see how many of us you can get to do your bidding. Now, what do you want us to do next, sire?pipanale wrote:You all have no idea how funny this is. I'll let it go a little longer before I let you all in on the joke
When the end of the world comes, I want to be in Kentucky, because everything there happens 20 years after it happens anywhere else. – Mark Twain
It was 1988. I worked at a upscale Bridal salon, in a small two story plaza. My mother had a medical records office upstairs. She called me at work, and yelled "get up here now!". I ran upstairs thinking something was wrong. Turns out, she had been listening to the radio, and they were having a "name that tune" contest to be entered into a drawing for some concert tickets that she wanted. They had played a small clip of "In The Mood". Naturally she knew it well. When asked how, she told them that me and her would sometimes cluck like chickens to that tune (don'e ask how we started this, because I have no clue, we had done it since I was little). They told her if she could me up there, and "perform" live on the radio, they would give her the tickets. We saw John Cougar Mellancamp for her 40th birthday!
"The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea." -Isak Dinesen
"I made it back down as JewelrySlut was getting the scoop on JJ’s. The bottom line is that it was closed for some very insignificant violations noted by a health inspector who was just out of school. The inspector can’t be blamed for rating JJ’s 110% by the book, but this is a restaurant where chickens wander around your feet while you eat. That the restaurant had stayed closed for nearly a week was just another example of the “soon come” attitude in the islands."
Cheers, RickG
Cheers, RickG
S/V Echoes - Coral Bay - St. John, VI
When I was dating my wife she lived on a farm but there is no way you would call her a farm girl. Her parents went away for along weekend she was in charge of feeding the chickens well Friday night was a late one when she got up at the crack of noon and opened the chicken coop door they were in attack mode. She threw the bucket of feed in that was suppose to last 2 weeks and slamed the door staying they can fend for them selfs Needless to say when her folks got home they were some fat chickens.
Sounds like my boss.pswlrw wrote:This is Bruce, the Evil Chicken. Bruce came to our villa every morning, scared the crap out of me, crapped on the deck right in front of me, and left That is one RUDE chicken.
No...this has nothing to do with me...we have a Chicken Huntress in our midst. Like a Chicken-hunting Valkyrie or something. I wonder where she is right now...
You know, ever since you started this thread I have had the chicken campfire song in my head...you know the one:
C, that's the way it begins
H, I'm the second letter in
I, I am the third
C, I'm the fourth letter in that word
K, I'm filling in
E, I'm near the
N
Oh C-H-I-C-K-E-N, that's the way you spell chicken!
Thanks a lot, pipinale!
C, that's the way it begins
H, I'm the second letter in
I, I am the third
C, I'm the fourth letter in that word
K, I'm filling in
E, I'm near the
N
Oh C-H-I-C-K-E-N, that's the way you spell chicken!
Thanks a lot, pipinale!
It's like looking in your soup and finding a whole different alphabet.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23675330@N03/2850655021/" title="Chickens at Francis Bay by helen.lardner, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/285 ... 115493.jpg" width="480" height="320" alt="Chickens at Francis Bay"></a>
Took me forever to figure out how to upload this. These chickens at Francis wanted my granola bar in the worst way.
Took me forever to figure out how to upload this. These chickens at Francis wanted my granola bar in the worst way.
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