Chicken chunks…
Isn’t that what’s in chicken salad?
Take comfort in the fact that they weren’t slowly fed (feet first) into a plastic shredder.
::: Sigh:::
carrot, that is not the question. The question which has no good answer is **“When did you stop beating your wife?”
My father was raised on a chicken farm. When he gets the feeling that I’ve been spoiled by city life, he’ll start telling me stories of his days on the ranch. Early on, he had to strangle 'em. Later, when he was old enough to be trusted with a cleaver, he would chop 'em. Then he figured out a way to just snap their necks quickly and cleanly, then cut off the head without the mess of a headless chicken running around the yard.
Clearly, with the introduction of the wood chipper, we have entered a new era of automation. Our children will grow up knowing that McNuggets are a mass-produced meat-like treat, while actual chicken parts (breasts, thighs, wings, livers, drumsticks, anything that hasn’t been reconstituted from paste) are hewn from the animal flesh by master chicken craftsmen who take pride in their work.
Our culture will suffer. The price for a bucket of KFC will skyrocket. We’ll find new “chicken” hot dogs being sold alongside “tofu” and “pork” at the ballpark. And we will never again know he kind of wondrous examples of life hanging on by its fingernails that have been shown in creatures such as Mike, the headless chicken.
I weep for the future,
In two dimensions, two wheels will come to a point where they meet. In three dimensions, two wheels will come to a line.
Oh, C is the way we begin
H is the second letter in
I, I am the third
and C is the fourth letter in that bird
Oh, K, I’m feeling in
E, we’re near the end
Oh C, H, I, C, K, E, N
That’s the way you spell chicken.
Haj
I worked at a ranch, one day we had the chore of slaughtering chickens and geese.
After their heads were cut off their bodies would still flap around, and their mouths (bills, whatever) would still be opening and shutting, as if they were trying to quack(honk,whatever). And you could see their eyes rolling around for a moment.And their last hooonk was without a head.
Oh and what was really cool is that you could squeeze thier life-less geese bodies and still get a hooonk.
Great, now I’m hungry.
Chicken sammich anyone?
Hey, EAT ME!!!
Wait, I’m made of meat.
As I am well aware. However, the problem in this case is that Meatros had latched on to the last, most outrageous thing he’d heard about vegetarianism. This is how rumors get spread.
The parallel structure of the question was the point, not the answer given.
I realize you’re probably not serious in this response, but I wanted to clarify for Meatros why I went after him.
As for you, Zenham, if’n you weren’t meat and I was a cannibal…well, you’d just better watch out.