Why did the chicken cross the road?
GEORGE W. BUSH
I don't think I should have to answer that question.
I invented the chicken. I invented the road. Therefore, the chicken
crossing the road represented the application of these two different
functions of government in a new, reinvented way designed to bring greater
services to the American people.
The chicken's habitat on the original side of the road had been polluted by
unchecked industrialist greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled
habitat on the other side of the road because it was crushed by the wheels
of a gas-guzzling SUV.
To steal a job from a decent, hard-working American.
No one called to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing
order at the farmer's market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a
certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
Because the chicken was gay! Isn't it obvious? Can't you people see the
plain truth in front of your face? The chicken was going to the "other
side". That's what they call it -the other side. Yes, my friends, that
chicken is gay. And, if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say
we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal
media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like "the other side".
To die. In the rain. Alone.
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without
having their motives called into question.
In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us
that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.
Isn't that interesting? In a few moments we will be listening to the chicken
tell, for the first time, the heart-warming story of how it suffered a
serious case of molting and went on to accomplish its life-long dream of
crossing the road.
Imagine all the chickens crossing roads in peace.
It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
It was a historical inevitability.
I may not agree with what the chicken did, but I will defend to the death
its right to do it.
To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.
The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road
reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
Did the chicken really cross the road or did the road move beneath the
I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What do you mean by chicken?
Could you define chicken please?
I missed one?