Chickens Come in Threes:
The Blogess uses profanity. Rush over there now and laugh your cloaca off.
The Accidental Cootchie Mama has a risqué name, but keeps her chicken humor PG. For now.
The Ducks run afowl of good taste all the time, but we're about to class up the nest:
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| The Chicken of Mhicken-opy, Florida |
Pa, what's that big bird statue doing in Mayberry?
That's the Micanopy Chicken, Opie.
The Van Horn boycott poll is closed, and none too soon because it was a hotbed of flared tempers, sucker punches, and hanging chads. Thirty-two of you responded:
That's the Micanopy Chicken, Opie.
The Van Horn boycott poll is closed, and none too soon because it was a hotbed of flared tempers, sucker punches, and hanging chads. Thirty-two of you responded:
- 28 said "starve those suckers out until we get justice!" Not my words! The people have spoken.
- 2 said "this poll is Little League - I'm taking my bat to the comments."
- 1 said "I don't care so much."
- 1 said "I know who not to hit up for spare change."
Naturally, you can keep on commenting until someone loses an eye.
6 comments:
I was just telling a friend the other day how much I needed to laugh more. Then you came to my rescue (you may sing it if you wish).
Thanks a bunch. I live thirty miles from Brainerd, MN, so I can talk like that.
Brainerd! Oh no, oh geez. Best Coen city ever. You've never heard that one before.
a SIX FOOT tall chicken. Now that is scary!
I know, right? Who are these people?
Between you and The Bloggess, I am really starting to love live poultry.
I agree, Heather. The live stuff can't fall over and kill you, and it won't tolerate a pig on its head.
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