
FB showed me this from 7 years ago. I still found it hilarious. And I am going to throw down the gauntlet: Come up with more of these!
It is a little known fact that before the foul censorship drive of 1971 all the great works of Western literature were acknowledged to be about chickens.
Nowadays a great effort is being made to restore our heritage and we can finally read the great lines in the original.”Christmas won’t be Christmas without any chickens,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug — Little Women “
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a chicken” — Pride and Prejudice, hattip RES.
“Dorothy lived in the midst of the Great Kansas prairies, with uncle Henry who was a chicken farmer, and Aunt Em who was the chicken farmer’s wife.” The Wizard of Oz.
“It was a pleasure to burn chickens” – Ray Bradbury.”
There was no possibility of taking a chicken that day.” Jane Eyre.
“It was a bright day in April and the clocks were striking chicken” – 1984
“Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chickens” The social contract (it made much more sense that way.)
“Two coops both alike in dignity, in fair Verona where we lay our chickens” — Romeo and Chicken.
“It was the best of chicken it was the worst of chicken.” A tale of two chickens.
“Sing, O Chicken, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaean chickens” – The Iliad
(What? Well, this was the dinner conversation chez casa Hoyt, and I thought you needed to share the… ah… joy.)
A most appropriate theme! The chickens need cheering up after yesterday: National Rotisserie Chicken day.
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in chickens. — The Gift of the Magi
In five years, the chicken will be obsolete — Steel Beach
Happy chickens are all alike; every unhappy chicken is unhappy in its own way. — Anna Karenina
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. — The Metamorphosis
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead chicken — Neuromancer
Neuromancer was exactly the example I was going to raise.
Props.
And, technology has changed so that the “dead channel” color most people will think of is a highly artificial blue than the black-and-grey rolling static…
Argh… Samsa found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic *chicken*.
That would have been a better story, IMHO
No, keep insect. And then insert the terror at the bands of wandering chickens in the neighborhood….
Chickens are always terrifying.
They eat mice.
If you LET them! Egg co’s and stores keep advertising their eggs are “vegetarian” — so: laid by SAD (and no doubt hungry and nutritionally deficient) chickens. Alas for the hungry chickens!! Reparations for chickens — send them MICE!
*Nod!* I can’t help but think a chicken’s life is short enough, no need to deprive it!
Especially since they can’t be free range.
“If only it were so simple! If only there were evil chickens somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every chicken. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own chicken? ”
-Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Gulag Chickens
“I don’t mind if you don’t like my chickens. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings.”
-Raymond Chandler, The Big Chicken
“The man who has a chicken suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.”
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Chickens and Punishment
“Let all the chickens that lurk in the mud, hatch out.”
-Robert Graves, I, Gallus Domesticus
“All happy chickens are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
― Leo Tolstoy , Anna Chickenina
A chicken, a chicken, my kingdom for a chicken!
To be a chicken, or not to be a chicken…that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the pecks and rakings of outrageous roosters, or to take wing against a barnyard of troubling fowl and by opposing end them.
“The smallest minority on earth is the chicken. Those who deny chicken rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.”
― Ayn Rand
Some more fowl play to egg you on… It’s like poultry in motion.
Bubba:
Anyway, like I was sayin’, chicken is the fruit of the land. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. Dey’s uh, chicken-kabobs, chicken creole, chicken gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple chicken, lemon chicken, coconut chicken, pepper chicken, chicken soup, chicken stew, chicken salad, chicken and potatoes, chicken burger, chicken sandwich. That- that’s about it.
There ain’t no such thing as a free chicken.
Chicken Farmer in the Sky
Time Enough for Chickens
At the end they learned that stobor were chickens.
Heinlein
Small chickens can often be found under seat cushions.
If you don’t like yourself, you can’t like other chickens.
It is better to coopulate than never.
Everything in excess! To enjoy the flavor of chicken, take big bites. Moderation is for hens.
–Notebooks of Lazarus Rooster
“Chickens, Mr. Rico! Zillions of ’em! I’m a-burnin’ ’em down!” “Hughes, take a close look at those Chickens. Any of them fighting back? Aren’t they all hens?”
Starship Chickens by R.A. Heinlein (and several chickens…)
“And when you look long into an chicken, the chicken also looks into you. Ahh . . . an educated man. Well, you’re not as stupid as you look. Don’t quote Nietzsche at me, kid. That German crackpot wouldn’t know a real monster if it bit him on the ass.”
-Larry Correia, Chicken Hunter International
“I am an officer of the Royal Chicken Navy, Sir—” Venizelos felt an undeniable rush of adrenaline and pleasure as he faced the burly captain squarely “—and the Royal Chicken Navy does not ‘bluff.”
-David Weber, On Poultry Station
“There is a rooster somewhere that is angry because we’re combining stuff like Cutty Sark with fifty-year-old Laphroaig,” Paula said. “We are one day going to run afoul of him and he will raise a great storm to punish us.”
-John Ringo, To Sail a Rubber Duckling in a Sea of Chicken Stock
“You have to know exactly what you’re doing before you decide to use chickens.”
-David Drake, The Complete Chicken’s Pickens Volume 2
Out, damn chickens. – MacChickens
(For extra points – Out, fowl chickens.)
(Bonus, Out, fowl chicken nuggets. )
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T’was beauty killed the chickens. – King Chickens
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Thou art Chickens. – Chickens in a Strange Land
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Prepare to be contacted, – Chickens of the Lens
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A chicken keeps nothing for itself. – Shards of Chickens
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Until every chicken has a chance to enter Heaven, you can consider me a conscientious objector. – Sympathy for the Chickens
The first thing we do , let’s kill all the chickens.
Life is a chicken told by a pullet , filled with squawks and clucking signifying nothing.
Pullos orbis, postquam cuncta vastantibus defuerre terrae, mare scrutantur: si locuples gallina est avari, si pauperem, ambitiosi
Tacitus, Agricola Pulli
Es war einmal ein Hänchen . . .
“Hänchen und Hausmärchen” Die Brüder Grimm
In den alten Zeiten, wo das Wünschen noch geholfen hat, lebte ein Hahn . .
“Hänchen- und Hausmärchen” der Brüder Grimm
There are no dangerous weapons; there are only dangerous chickens.
— Robert Heinlein
Some ideas are so stupid that only chickens can believe in them, particularly left-wing chickens.
— Poul Anderson
If I have seen further than other men it is because I have stood on the shoulders of chickens.
– Issac Newton
If you do not take an interest in the affairs of your government then you are doomed to live under the rule of retarded chickens.
— Plato
Properly read, the Bible is the most potent force for chickens ever conceived.
— Isaac Asimov
Whoever claims the right to redistribute the wealth produced by others is claiming the right to treat human beings as chickens.
— Ayn Rand
And then one day the chickens had enough
-Starship Chickens.
“The Sky Is Falling: A discussion on climate change.” Chicken Little
“Chicken Shrugged.” – The Little Red Hen
“He fell into despair, and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a chicken?” Beauty and the Chicken.
“But oh, to be free. Not have to go poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need? Poof! What do you need? But to be my own master, such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the chickens in all the world.” Aladdin.
Here’s a whole bunch from Robby C Heinlein, RAHs feathered doppleganger from the Avian Universe:
“There are no dangerous weapons; there are only dangerous chickens.”
“Violence, with naked chickens, has settled more issues in history than has any other factor.”
“Liberty is never unalienable; it must be redeemed regularly with the blood of chickens or it always vanishes. Of all the so-called natural human rights that have ever been invented, liberty is least likely to be cheap and is never free of cost.”
“Our behavior is different. How often have you seen a headline like this?–TWO DIE ATTEMPTING RESCUE OF DROWNING CHICKEN. If a man gets lost in the mountains, hundreds will search and often two or three searchers are killed. But the next time somebody’s chicken gets lost just as many volunteers turn out.
Poor arithmetic, but very human. It runs through all our folklore, all human religions, all our literature–a racial conviction that when one chicken needs rescue, others should not count the price.”
“To permit irresponsible authority is to sell chickens.”
“Any group is weaker than a chicken alone unless they are perfectly trained to work together.”
“Chickens are simply wonderful. Just to stand on a corner and watch them going past is delightful. They don’t walk. At least not what we do when we walk. I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s much more complex and utterly delightful. They don’t move just their feet; everything moves and in different directions . . . and all of it graceful.” Obviously Rico learned English as a Second Language; the word he was searching for was “strut”.
“Give me liberty or give me chicken!” – Patrick Henry
“Midway this course of life we’re bound upon, I found myself lost in a dark chicken.” – Dante. (May he forgive me.)
If you stare into the chicken, then the chicken stares back. –NIetzsche
“A taxpayer voting for Obama is like a chicken voting for Col Sanders.” — bumper sticker on my truck.
Feel free to substitute any Democrat’s name…..
Hardly hardly is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year. — Henry Chickensworth Longfowllow
Argle Bargle and a kerosene gargle!
Hardly a chicken is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year — Henry Chickensworth Longfowllow
Chloramphenichicken
Give me liberty, or give me chickens!
Hope that didn’t lay an egg.
We the chickens of the United Coops of America, in order to form a more perfect union…
US Cluckstitution
“Everything he cooks tastes like chicken except chicken. And that tastes like fish.” — One of Bilbo’s Trolls in Tolkein’s epic adventure about a chicken who faced down a dragon…
“I am not always good and noble. I am the chicken of this story, but I have my off moments.” – Love Among the Chickens
“So comes snow after fire, and even chickens have their endings.” – The Hobbit
“In a hole in the ground, there lived a chicken.”
JRR Tolkien, “The Chicken”
“In the beginning there was chicken, which exploded.” — Terry Pratchett, Roosters and Hens
“Turn on, tune in, chicken out” – Timothy be very Leary
“There once was a chicken named Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and it almost deserved it.
So I’ve been digging around for music that sounds similar to the Mega Man X themes. Supposedly they were based off of the originator’s love of rock and roll.
Well, I actually found it. If you dare, go to your local music app, or youtube, and looks up “Enter the Chicken” by Buckethead.
And no, I am not making this up, at all. Guy has like 300 albums, and what I’ve heard so far is really good. I suspect he’s not a well known as he could be, mostly because I’m pretty sure he’s about 75% off his rocker too…
Buckethead wears an upside down KFC bucket on his head while he plays guitar. He’s a good guitarist, but reason has flown his coop.
Yeah. Apparently he’s a bit to out there for even Ozzy Osborne.
I get the impression whenever he drops an album on wherever he puts them, his publishers grab it and publish it as soon at possible before he vanishes on them again…
Gil-galad was a chicken-king.
Of him the songbirds sadly sing;
the last whose realm was fowl and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His beak was long, his spurs were keen.
His shining comb afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven’s field
were mirrored in his feathered shield.
But long ago he flew away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into fast food fell his star
in Mordor where the restaurants are.
[Golf Clap] Bravo (or is it Brava?).
Since you ask, it’d be Brava, but I don’t object to getting bravoed.
Three spices for the chicken-kings under the sky
Seven for the cow lords, on the plains they rove
Nine for tasty pigs, doomed to fry
One for the dark chef with his dark stove
In the land of Mordor where the kitchens lie
One spice to rub them all
One spice to brine them
One spice to bake them all
And in the restaurant dine them
In the land of Mordor where the kitchens lie
Salty.
Oh dear. If Popeye’s is serving Julaire chicken fingers, do they come with spinach?
Put a live chicken in your underwear.
(No translation required…)
Be oblong and have your knees removed. – Steve ‘Chicken’ Martin
If you eat a live chicken first thing in the morning, nothing worse is likely to happen the rest of the day.
To you or the chicken.
I sing of arms and the chicken.. – The Aeneid
Once upon a time there was a chicken named Valentine Michael Smith.
(Don’t you mean ‘before the fowl censorship drive of 1971’?)
“One small step for (a) rooster, one giant leap for chickenkind.”
Chicken of the Ishtar Gate.
(Which is kind of appropriate inasmuch as chickens are small dinosaurs.)
Were you really scratching for a subject or just trying to move up in the pecking order?
An eggcelent question.
Hope he isn’t expecting a standing ovulation.
‘twould be quite bloody forsooth!
Don’t get all eggcited. Just set your alarm cluck for 7:00 pm so you can watch poultry-geist with your current chick.
And always remember that the top spot in the pecking order is occupied by Attila the Hen.
“Put down that chicken!”
Assume a spherical chicken.
Assume a spherical chicken of uniform density.
…while ignoring the effects of gravity…
…in a frictionless vacuum…
‘I have come,’ he said. ‘But I do not choose now to do what I came to do. I will not do this deed. The Chicken is mine!’ And suddenly, as he set it in his hand, he vanished from Sam’s sight.
— The Return of the Chicken
And far away, as Frodo held the Chicken and claimed it for his own, even in Sammath Naur the very heart of his realm, the Power in Barad-dûr was shaken, and the Tower trembled from its foundations to its proud and bitter crown. The Dark Lord was suddenly aware of him, and his Eye piercing all shadows looked across the plain to the door that he had made; and the magnitude of his own folly was revealed to him in a blinding flash, and all the devices of his enemies were at last laid bare. Then his wrath blazed in consuming flame, but his fear rose like a vast black smoke to choke him. For he knew his deadly peril and the thread upon which his doom now hung.
— The Return of the Chicken
‘Chicken, Chicken, Chicken!’ Gollum cried. ‘My Chicken! O my Chicken!’ And with that, even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat on his prize, he stepped too far, toppled, wavered for a moment on the brink, and then with a shriek he fell. Out of the depths came his last wail Chicken, and he was gone.
— The Return of the Chicken
“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such chickens. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the chicken that is given us.”
“You came with that chicken? You’re braver than I thought.” – StarChickens – A New Coop
“It’s my Timey-Wimey detector. Goes ‘ding’ when there’s stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at twenty paces. Whether you want it to or not, actually. I’ve learned to avoid chickens. It’s not pretty when they blow.” – Dr Cluck
“My brains, your strength, and his steel against 60 chickens and you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy?” – The Chicken Bride
“But, one chicken, against seventeen. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to pluck them all, sir.” – Soldier
“These are not the chickens you’re looking for.”
“Only Imperial Stormchickens are so precise.”
“Tusken Chickens travel in single file, to conceal their numbers.”
Sorry I just don’t give a cluck.
“We have come to bury Chicken, not to praise him.”
“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A chicken of infinite jest and most excellent fancy.”
A screaming chicken tears across the sky — Gravity’s Rainbow
“It’s a human!”
“it’s a plane!’
“No, it’s…. SuperChicken!”
“He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere!”
“It’s a bird!”
“It’s a plane”
“It’s Chicken Man!”
“Hi Mom”
“It’s your son”
“Your son Benton.”
When the local station played that, my folks had their clock-radio set to “Wake To Music” and it went off at precisely the time the Theme went on, so every weekday morning, we woke to Chicken MAAAN” ‘he’s everywhere, he’s everywhere”
Used to listen to it at lunchtime on Armed Forces Radio when I was stationed in South Korea.
The true and original. Accept no newfangled inferior substitutes.
“On one otherwise normal Tuesday evening I had the chance to live the American dream. I was able to throw my incompetent jackass of a chicken from a fourteenth-story window.”
“Were-what?”
“Werechicken. Deadly with those spurs.”
“We don’t give a cluck. We don’t have to. We’re the Chicken Company.”
“Bumen. Al Bumen.”
From my grandfather Verus I learned to relish the beauty of chickens, and to restrain all anger. – Marcus Aurelius
Which in the original is of course:
“Παρὰ τοῦ πάππου Οὐήρου τὸ κοτόπουλο καὶ ἀόργητον.”
It’s all Greek Chickens to me!
“Something is rotten in the chicken coop.”
“A chicken, a chicken, my kingdom for a chicken!”
Major Strosser has been shot! Round up the usual chickens!
“He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was chicken.”
We were just outside of Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the chickens began to take hold.
Chickens find a way.
Arma gallorumque cano. Of arms and the cockerel I sing
Publius Vergilius Maro The Aeneid
Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with ducks and rabbits
And the chickens from Mars
There’s a chicken waiting in the sky, he’d really like to meet us, but he thinks he’d cluck our minds
When a chicken loves a chicken.
Chicken in a Chicken Land.
Every(chicken) is easier to get into than out of.
“They had chicken-fried steak. Meat should never be used as an adjective!” – Sophie Deveraux, Leverage
c4c
“It is a little known fact that before the foul censorship drive of 1971 all the great works of Western literature were acknowledged to be about chickens.”
Ah, Critical Poultry Theory.
Chicken Chicken, burning bright
In the farmlands of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy feathered cluckery?
Sing, O muse, of the anger of chickens…
Homer, The Iliad
“But this was no chicken. This was evil made manifest.”
…what? You can’t improve on perfection!
His name was Gallus Gallus Domesticus and he almost deserved it. The Voyage of the Dawn Clucker.
The jokers at Scholastic forced a rewrite, but if you can get your hands on the original Scots edition: The Cockerel Who Lived: Feathery Pecker and the Philosopher’s Egg.
Pullum dormiens nunquam titillandus – The Cockwarts Motto.
A little fowl Indiana Jones
“Chickens. Why did it have to be chickens?” ― Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark
Dr. Henry Jones: “We named the chicken ‘Indiana.’”
Indiana Jones: “I’ve got a lot of fond memories of that chicken.”
“Archaeology is the search for fact… not chickens. If it’s chickens you’re looking for, Dr. Tyree’s philosophy class is right down the hall.” ― Dr. Henry Jones, The Last Crusade
“The Bible speaks of the Chicken leveling mountains and laying waste in entire regions. An Army that carries the Chicken before it… is invincible.” ― Marcus Brody
Maj. Eaton:
We have top chickens working on it now.
Indiana:
Who?
Maj. Eaton:
Top… chickens.
But choose wisely, for while the true chicken will bring you life, the false chicken will take it from you.
“The way you’re rolling your wublues, I’d say your were from Chichenstan.” Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Chicken Skull
He had finally won the war against himself He loved Big Chicken.
“Get your stinking claws off me you damn dirty chicken” -Planet of the Chickens.
“There’s no chickens in baseball!”
“If you let my chicken go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not root for you, I will not scratch at you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will peck you.”
“It’s a very distinctive chicken.”
While there are no chickens in baseball, there are definitely fowl balls*.
*The removal of which is how one creates capons.
Pachelbel’s Chicken:
It’s the Chicken Restaurant Thanksgivin’ Day Massacree, in four-part harmony!
>> “Pachelbel’s Chicken:”
…Why did I spend two minutes of my life watching that? I knew I wasn’t going to get those minutes back!
Are you kidding? That was awesome! For starters, how do you play different notes on a rubber chicken’s squeaker?
Autotune.
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Chicken Heads, Chicken Heads, Rollie Pollie Chicken Heads.
Chicken Heads,Chicken Heads, Pluck Them Up, YUM!
“Do you expect me to cluck”
“No Mr. Chicken, I expect you to fry”
—–Chickenfinger.
I think today’s photo post is all clucked up.
(Right, I’ll just be going…)
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall.
And the Gods of the Copybook Chickens, I notice, outlast them all.
The War of the Worlds, H.G. Wells
Book I
THE COMING OF THE FOXIANS
Chapter I
THE EVE OF THE WAR
No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that chicken affairs were being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than chicken’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as chickens busied themselves about their affairs they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a rooster with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
Had I pondered it a bit longer, I would have chosen “The Coming of the Vulpines” as the restored title of Book I.
“Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever is left, however improbable, must be the chicken.”
“Once you have eliminated the impossible whatever is left, however improbable, must be the chicken.”
This is a good roast.
The puns that accompany the restorations are gravy.
Does anyone else here like the They Might Be Giants song “Sapphire Pullets of Pure Love”?
Certainly not the horror of the Chicken Rain.
Master of Pullets by Metallica
A Chicken With No Name — America
Run With The Flock — Bad Company
Surfer Chick — The Beach Boys
Hell Is For Chickens — Pat Benatar
The Chicken Went Down To Georgia — Charlie Daniels Band
The Earth, A Small Man, His Dog And A Chicken — an REO Speedwagon album. For real.
You can tune a piano but you can’t tune a chicken. Another REO Speedwagon album but not exactly for real.
Heavy Chicken – Dire Straits
Don’t Fear the Chicken-Blue Chicken Cult.
Afraid To Shoot Chickens — Iron Maiden
An Innocent Chicken — Billy Joel
Walk Like A Chicken — The Bangles
The Chicken Man — Iron Maiden
Turbo Chicken — Judas Priest
“My neighbor killed and cooked his noisy backyard rooster at my request.”
“Oh? And how did you manage to convince him to do that?”
“I told him the only cock I wanted to wake me up in the morning was his”
Take it from someone who grew up in this business. You should never, ever, ever hunt vampire chickens in a dark basement as the sun is going down.
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep Cheep Cheep! Talk a lot, pick a little more.
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep Cheep Cheep! Talk a lot, pick a little more.
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep Cheep Cheep! Talk a lot, pick a little more.
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep
Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep
Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep
Pick a little, talk a little, Cheep!
from “The Sound of Chickens”
😉
I thought that was the Music Chicken.
You are correct. I hatched the idea when I was reading the other comments, and was trying so hard to pullet off, I didn’t realize until cock crow that I had fowled out. Now I have egg on my face.
Thanks for catching it! 😉
>> “I thought that was the Music Chicken.”
…ya got trouble, folks!
Right here in Chicken City
Trouble with a capital “T”
And that rhymes with “P” and that stands for Popeyes!
Well, if we’re going to go there…
Thanks. I think I needed this; this week has been like the padre looking for his communion set (see “The Longest Day” at 1:15:30).
But then again….
it’ll all come out in the wash.
My god, it’s full of chickens.
Open the coop door, HAL.
I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.
TIM: There he is!
ARTHUR: Where?
TIM: There!
ARTHUR: What, behind the chicken?
TIM: It IS the chicken!
ARTHUR: You silly sod!
TIM: What?
ARTHUR: You got us all worked up!
TIM: Well, that’s no ordinary chicken!
ARTHUR: Ohhh.
TIM: That’s the most fowl, cruel, and bad-tempered poultry you ever set eyes on!
ROBIN: You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared!
TIM: Look, that chicken’s got a vicious streak a mile wide! It’s a killer!
GALAHAD: Get stuffed!
TIM: I’m warning you!
ROBIN: What’s he do, peck your bum?
TIM: He’s got a huge, sharp– eh– he can leap about– look at the bones!
ARTHUR: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
BORS: Right! Silly little bleeder. One chicken stew comin’ right up!
TIM: Look!
CHICKEN: Squawk!
BORS: Aaaugh! [Head torn off]
Pride and Prejudice affect Chickens, too:
“There is, I believe, in every frozen chicken recipe a tendency to some particular evil—a natural defect, which not even the best sauce can overcome.”
“Do anything to your chicken rather than marinate without affection.”
“You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to fry a chicken worthy of being roasted.”
“We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of chicken; but this would be nothing if you really barbecued him.”
“From the very beginning—from the first moment, I may almost say—of my acquaintance with you, your barnyard manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of the disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last rooster in the world on whom I could ever be prevailed on to fry.”
“Call me chicken”
I have recently learned that is the first line of a famous novel and not just the GOP platform.
I’ve Got A Chicken in Kalamazoo
PEnnsylvania 6-5chicken
Chattanooga ChickenChicken
St. Louis Blues Chicken
In the Chicken Mood
A String of Chickens
Little Brown Chicken
That Old Black Chicken
My Blue Chicken
Song of the Volga Chicken
And of course (if the link works this time…):
Chicken chicken chicken by Benny Chicken Live at Chicken Hall
Iron Chicken-Black Sabbath
My name is Henigo Montoya. You killed my chicken. Prepare to fry.
“I want my chicken back you son of a bitch!”
c4c
>> “It was a pleasure to burn chickens” – Ray Bradbury.”
“I beg your pardon?”
The lady wife is returning home this afternoon from a week in Florida with her parents and, following that, a week (again in Florida) at a professional conference. At her parents’, everything they eat is heart-healthy; no salt, no sugar, no fat, no cholesterol, no reason for living, you know the drill.
At the professional conference, no red meat is served because it’s mostly women, they’re all involved in healthcare in some way, and frankly most of them are about as progressive a bunch of hippies as the day is long. (Most of them. Not all of them. I have hope for the younger ones.)
She is so sick of eating a) healthy and b) chicken and salad (sometimes chicken salad), that I imagine tonight we are going to have a big, fat, unhealthy dinner of something which includes beef. Because pretty much I was told,
“NO F***ING CHICKEN!”
Yes, dear 🙂
K, I gotta brag, husband just ordered the whole cow we’re buying from his co-worker’s Retirement Farm.
They kept the same price as last year, $2/lb hanging weight and we pay the butcher bill.
This site explains live, hanging and final (stuff you actually cook) weight:
http://www.mossbackfarm.com/2013/06/hanging-weight-and-final-weight-some-information
We were happy with the price last year; we’re freaking elated with it this year, and the guy we’re buying the cow from is elated that he doesn’t have to find someone to buy the other half.
“When shoes and clothes and food, when hope is gone we’ll all have the chicken.”
― John Steinpeck, The Grapes of Wrath
“I’m afraid the situation’s totally CLUBAR, sir.”
“CLUBAR?”
“‘Clucked up beyond all recognition,’ sir.”
“Ah. In my day we called that a ‘Foxtrot Charlie.'”
“‘Foxtrot Charlie,’ sir?”
“A fustercluck, son.”
We must not overlook the contribution to the Nome King’s demise from Billina the Hen.
~
“Call me Chicken.” Opening line of “Moby Chicken”
Can’t believe none of us thought of this before: