careful with that pen, top hat guy!!
I’m not sure if it’s a tautology but I’ve always said “People who live in glass houses shouldn’t live in glass houses. People who don’t shouldn’t either.”
As has been written many a time, and to cite several sources that shall not be cited by name, the chicken crossed the road in an effort to separate himself from the confines of typical chicken society. A pioneer spirit you could say. It has been said that this chicken accomplished a level of greatness that no chicken has since come close to. Although, there is also a great deal of debate that suggests he died very shortly after crossing the road because there was no food or water on that side of the road and his pride forbid him from uncrossing it. I guess we’ll never know if it was greatness that was achieved, or a quick death by starvation. Hmmm.
To paraphrase Norm MacDonald from a talk show appearance some years ago, it’s interesting to note that the humor of the chicken joke comes from the punchline not being funny: the first joke many of us ever heard is an anti-joke, told to us at an age when we were too young to understand what that meant.
I’d also like to offer hearty praise for this installment. It’s joined “four shadowing” among my favorites in Mountain Time history. I can practically hear a felt tip permanent marker squeaking out “FARM” as it slides across that forehead. Medium rare! I mean well done!
Cold: Top hat guy?! It’s true, though: glass houses are a seriously poor choice of dwelling.
Sloublues: Definitely stay clear of any such tator tots.
Bird: Perhaps it was both: he crossed the road to gain the attention of his fellow chickens, and then promptly carried out a hunger strike for the sake of whatever cause the chickens are getting behind these days. I’m guessing gender identity issues.
Tens: And yet many people don’t even realize the point of the joke, but they keep telling it to young kids anyway. You can read more about this in my thesis, “Self-defeating Perpetuity: A Study of Misapplied Anti-humor.”
Oh, and thanks! “Four shadowing,” eh? That was quite a while ago!
Sgt. Treebelittler’s mustache, while resembling an chevron, would needs be in triplicate to fully distinguish the Sgt’s rank through facial hair. I suppose though that the gentleman may not possess an sufficient quantity of upper lip for the full Sgt’s emblem of rank.
Isto- you raise a valid point. Have you ever seen a chicken penis? I myself have not, so I have to wonder if they do in fact exist. I also have to assume that it wreaks havoc on a chicken’s mind, constantly wondering if they have a penis or not. Perhaps that’s why the chicken suicide rate is alarmingly high.
I’ve been told that only waterfowl and ostriches bear a penis, and yet how weird is that? Why would only one specific and one category of birds have an anatomical feature none of the others have, when they have everything else in common?
Tautology proves everything proved by tautology.
careful with that pen, top hat guy!!
I’m not sure if it’s a tautology but I’ve always said “People who live in glass houses shouldn’t live in glass houses. People who don’t shouldn’t either.”
The moral of the story is: Never trust Dave. Or tater tots claiming to be French.
As has been written many a time, and to cite several sources that shall not be cited by name, the chicken crossed the road in an effort to separate himself from the confines of typical chicken society. A pioneer spirit you could say. It has been said that this chicken accomplished a level of greatness that no chicken has since come close to. Although, there is also a great deal of debate that suggests he died very shortly after crossing the road because there was no food or water on that side of the road and his pride forbid him from uncrossing it. I guess we’ll never know if it was greatness that was achieved, or a quick death by starvation. Hmmm.
To paraphrase Norm MacDonald from a talk show appearance some years ago, it’s interesting to note that the humor of the chicken joke comes from the punchline not being funny: the first joke many of us ever heard is an anti-joke, told to us at an age when we were too young to understand what that meant.
I’d also like to offer hearty praise for this installment. It’s joined “four shadowing” among my favorites in Mountain Time history. I can practically hear a felt tip permanent marker squeaking out “FARM” as it slides across that forehead. Medium rare! I mean well done!
Cold: Top hat guy?! It’s true, though: glass houses are a seriously poor choice of dwelling.
Sloublues: Definitely stay clear of any such tator tots.
Bird: Perhaps it was both: he crossed the road to gain the attention of his fellow chickens, and then promptly carried out a hunger strike for the sake of whatever cause the chickens are getting behind these days. I’m guessing gender identity issues.
Tens: And yet many people don’t even realize the point of the joke, but they keep telling it to young kids anyway. You can read more about this in my thesis, “Self-defeating Perpetuity: A Study of Misapplied Anti-humor.”
Oh, and thanks! “Four shadowing,” eh? That was quite a while ago!
Sgt. Treebelittler’s mustache, while resembling an chevron, would needs be in triplicate to fully distinguish the Sgt’s rank through facial hair. I suppose though that the gentleman may not possess an sufficient quantity of upper lip for the full Sgt’s emblem of rank.
Isto- you raise a valid point. Have you ever seen a chicken penis? I myself have not, so I have to wonder if they do in fact exist. I also have to assume that it wreaks havoc on a chicken’s mind, constantly wondering if they have a penis or not. Perhaps that’s why the chicken suicide rate is alarmingly high.
I’ve been told that only waterfowl and ostriches bear a penis, and yet how weird is that? Why would only one specific and one category of birds have an anatomical feature none of the others have, when they have everything else in common?
Tautology is truth.