It’s already been almost forty years, hasn’t it?
How long has it been for, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”
To show the possum it could be done?
Did you just make that up?
Don’t you, like me, dream of a world in which a chicken can cross the road without having its motives questioned?
Don’t you, like me, dream of a world in which paparazzi can be slapped around legally?
Boson, did you misspell, “punched around,”?
Spoons, do you know how touched I am that you think I’m that clever?
Hey, why don’t you three get a room?
Do you think we need one?
So you’d just let it all hang out in public?
So, why don’t we just do it in the road?
Is that the same road that the chicken crossed?
What do Christian chickens have to do with it?
Maybe we need their blessing first?
How did we determine that some chickens were Christian?
I don’t suppose you could just ask them?
If they answered, would we understand them?
It took me a minute to figure it out, but you didn’t get Dropo’s pun of crossing = making the sign of the cross?
Do they call you Sunny, because you’re so bright?
Would it surprise you to know that “making the sign of the cross” is completely off my radar?