Why did the chicken cross the road?

Rainey. · 05-06-2009 3:30pm #1

CrazyRabbit · 05-06-2009 5:49pm

Rainey. wrote: »

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To join all the other chickens who crossed the road previously.

Jay P · 05-06-2009 7:35pm

Rainey. wrote: »

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Because it was a thoughtless automatron.

Penn · 05-06-2009 9:21pm

It didn't. It was always on the other side of the road. Thats not our chicken.

kildara · 05-06-2009 9:25pm

What's it got to do with you?
Was it your chicken?
If so you should have had it on a lead, no?

Mac Masters · 05-06-2009 9:31pm

The road, you see, represents the black man. The chicken 'crossed' the black man in order to trample him and keep him down. Martin Luther King then rose from the dead and strangled the chicken, the end!

barleybooley · 05-06-2009 10:28pm

Rainey. wrote: »

Why did the chicken cross the road?

I dream of a say when chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.

And also to get away from your ma.

enniscorthy · 06-06-2009 4:40pm

because 2 black guys wrecked its car in car park in kilkenny ffs :mad:

Amalgam · 06-06-2009 4:43pm

To peck at the Taoiseach's green shoots.

enniscorthy · 06-06-2009 4:47pm

Amalgam wrote: »

To peck at the Taoiseach's green shoots.

oh hey listen mate dont get me started hahahaha

Jordonvito · 07-06-2009 3:01pm

He crossed the road in hope that he would get knocked down, because he was sick and tired of his life as a chicken.

FrCrilly · 07-06-2009 3:21pm

Why did the woman cross the road?

That's not the question. The question is what was she doing away from the kitchen sink??????

CrazyRabbit · 09-06-2009 8:31pm

This is not the chicken you are looking for.

<---waves hand.

Bearhunter · 09-06-2009 10:01pm

Rainey. wrote: »

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To see a man laying bricks.

Capt'n Midnight · 10-06-2009 1:11am

Bearhunter wrote: »

To see a man laying bricks.

or two men laying a carpet

Capt'n Midnight · 10-06-2009 1:22am

Why did the chicken cross the road?
Earlier that morning the farmers daughter had inadvertently left the gate to the yard open as she was preoccupied by her worry over a maths test set for that day. She hadn't studied for the test as she was still deeply distressed over her fathers recent heart attack. This, coupled with the added burden of household chores now delegated to her because her mother was out trying to get the west field prepared for sowing, had made her quite forgetful and distracted of late.
Whilst several chickens escaped, only one strayed so far that it actually encountered the road facing the farm. After crossing the road and gorging itself in a soybean crop, the chicken was struck by a furniture removers van as it attempted to make its way home.
Several hours later the dead chicken was spotted by a Community Mental Health Worker who was doing his bi-weekly rural clinic run. The chicken, being a bantam caught the eye of the Mental Health worker, who was a keen trout fisherman.
"Cool" thought the mental health worker- "those feathers will make for excellent trout flies". He stopped and plucked a handful of the most iridescent blue, green and orange feathers and placed them in an envelope. He rolled himself a cigarette, sat on the trunk of his car and admired the clouds. "God, I love this job", he muttered to no one in particular.