yay, death to chickens! finally, something makes sense. I'll bring the grill, mole2K4
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yay, death to chickens! finally, something makes sense. I'll bring the grill, mole2K4
Chickens don't eat hotdogs and talk, but if they were intelligent enough and were at a corner, don't you think they would push the crosswalk button instead of waiting around?
Uh, is this a riddle or a stoned brain fart that you're sharing..?
i think itz juss a stoned brain fart..a stinky one too itz reakin up my fuckin house. wait thatz juss tha kronik smoke:)
PeAcE
whoooz going chicken hunting weeez going chicken hunting
whoooz going chicken hunting weeez going chicken hunting
if i saw a chicken talk id capture that chicken and
ask him where the hell you from? and if he didnt talk
id threaten to eat him til he did and if still no talk
id eat the sumbeeeeach
i ate 14 hot dogs once in a eating competition.. i lost.. asians can eat soo much.
i puked them up afterwords though for a toonie.. it was sweet.
holla!!
everybody knows crosswalk buttons do dickall...although a chicken might not realize that
just remember, something that can talk is not automatically intelligent. just look at bush (although he can't always talk right...this country will not be taken hostile?? wtf, how is he president?)
yanno if i found a talkin chicken id love it
I'd be rich, I mean, how many talking chickens DO YOU KNOW?
It may or may not be the meds :o
but FUCK
I've found this thread a complete scream ~lol~ :D
Hey DrGonzo you don't post enough -
You always make me laugh :D
hahahahahahaha
I post on everything that tickles my fancy...and I have such a wonderful fancy to tickle, ask anybody, they'll tell you how much fun it is to tickle my fancy
although my fancy has never spoken to me...that would be right fucked up. just wake up one morning, 'good morning, fancy, how are you today' (like I normally do in the morning) and then all of a sudden, 'not too shabby, man. hey, think I'm gonna get tickled today? that'd be neat!' that would literally blow my mind. just foop! out my ear, across the room, down the hall, and CRASH! through the window to freedom.
and I would be left alone, with only my fancy to guide me.