A man was driving along a freeway when he noticed a chicken running alongside his car. He was amazed to see the chicken keeping up with him, as he was doing 50 mph. He accelerated to 60, and the chicken stayed right next to him. He sped up to 75 mph, and the chicken passed him. The man noticed that the chicken had three legs. So he followed the chicken down a road and ended up at a farm. He got out of his car and saw that all the chickens had three legs. He asked the farmer, "What's up with these chickens?" The farmer said "Well, everybody likes chicken legs, so I bred a three-legged bird. I'm going to be a millionaire." The man asked him how they tasted. The farmer said, "Don't know, haven't caught one yet."
Argomento: Re: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Vikings: Hillary Clinton: It takes more than words to get chickens across the road. It takes experience with chickens. I am proud to say I have an extensive backround in working with a vide variety of fowl (or is that foul) species.
Argomento: Re: Why did the chicken cross the road?
redfrog: Ralph Nader: It's obvious that the issue of safety needs to be addressed here, I will commission a study by osha as to the best way to create crosswalks on every road in America, cost is irrelevant because the last thing we need is chickens getting hit and dismembered in the road especially in the hot sun where we will end up with fried chicken legs
redfrog:Barock Obama: This just clearly shows that the chickens in America are ready for a new direction,and demand a change, and when I am elected I will change the direction of that road or the shape of the chicken or, er....er....well I will change something
Argomento: Re: Why did the chicken cross the road?
redfrog: 9.99/10 :-) UNIVERSITY TUTOR: I don't know. This is not my area of expertise, BUT I don't think any questions about chickens and roads will show up in the exam. If you really want to know the answer then go away and Google it yourself.
DR. PHIL : The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on 'THIS' side of the road before it goes after the problem on the 'OTHER SIDE' of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his 'CURRENT' problems before adding 'NEW' problems.
OPRAH : Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.
GEORGE W. BUSH : We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.
COLIN POWELL : Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road...
ANDERSON COOPER - CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.
JOHN KERRY : Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.
NANCY GRACE : That chicken crossed the road because he's GUILTY! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.
PAT BUCHANAN : To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.
MARTHA STEWART : No one called me 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.
DR SEUSS : Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY : To die in the rain. Alone.
JERRY FALWELL : Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth?' That's why 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 white washes with seemingly harmless phrases like 'the other side'. That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.
GRANDPA : In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
BARBARA WALTERS : 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 experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.
JOHN LENNON : Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.
ARISTOTLE : It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
BILL GATES : I have just released eChicken2007, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your check book. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken. This new platform is much more stable and will never cra...#@&&^(C% ........ reboot.
ALBERT EINSTEIN : Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
BILL CLINTON : I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?
AL GORE : I invented the chicken!
COLONEL SANDERS : Did I miss one?
DICK CHENEY : Where's my gun?
AL SHARPTON : Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.
COAN.NET : I think we need a slimmed down version of the chicken. I’d like a plain chicken that doesn’t chat and that has a move button right below its tail so I don’t have to scroll down to look for it.
ANDERSP : I paid for that chicken! Why is the chicken moving so slow? Why isn’t there an autopass for the chicken? How come the other chickens aren’t this slow? Is it a rattlebrained chicken troll?
CZUCH : It’s ironic that the chicken has to cross the road when the connection should be just as fast on this side. Why do some chickens get to cross normally while others “have a bad day” and can’t cross at all? I tried to blog about my chicken but I couldn’t log into the secret site. At least no new chickens are able to read about my chickens speed issues.
AD : Does the chicken have me on block? Why can’t all the chickens leave me alone?
PROUD2BAMERICAN : Something serious has happened to my chicken and I don’t know what to do. Don’t cross your chickens on my road and I won’t cross mine on yours.
FENCER : There is nothing wrong with the chicken. It has been crossing the road with no problem on this side. Ergo – the problem must be on the other side.
SCARLETROSE : Come on chickens! Cross on over to the other side and bring your towel! I'm calling out to all the hardworking single hens and bring your little peeps too!
BERNICE : “Certain chickens” crossed because they were told to go elsewhere – ROLF
wyoming > >>>> > >>>> 60 above zero: Arizonians turn on the heat. People > >>>> in Wyoming plant gardens. > >>>> > >>>> 50 above zero: Californians shiver uncontrollably. > >>>> People in Casper sunbathe. > >>>> > >>>> 40 above zero: Italian & English cars won't start. > >>>> People in Wyoming > >>>> drive with the windows down. > >>>> > >>>> 32 above zero: Distilled water freezes. The water in > >>>> Jackson Hole gets thicker. > >>>> > >>>> 20 above zero: Floridians don coats, thermal > >>>> underwear, gloves, wool > >>>> hats. People in Wyoming throw on a flannel shirt. > >>>> > >>>> 15 above zero: New York landlords finally turn up > >>>> the heat. People in > >>>> Wyoming have the last cookout before it gets cold. > >>>> > >>>> Zero: People in Miami all die. People in Wyoming > >>>> close the windows. > >>>> > >>>> 10 below zero: Californians fly away to Mexico > >>>> People in Wyoming get > >>>> out their winter coats. > >>>> > >>>> 25 below zero: Hollywood disintegrates. The Girl > >>>> Scouts in Wyoming are > >>>> selling cookies door to door. > >>>> > >>>> 40 below zero: Washington DC runs out of hot air. > >>>> People in Wyoming > >>>> let the dogs sleep indoors. > >>>> > >>>> > >>>> 100 below zero: Santa Claus abandons the North Pole. > >>>> Wyoming drivers > >>>> get upset because they can't start the Mini-Van. > >>>> > >>>> 460 below zero: ALL atomic motion stops (absolute > >>>> zero on the Kelvin > >>>> scale.) People in Wyoming start saying..."Cold 'nuff > >>>> fer y a?" > >>>> > >>>> 500 below zero: Hell freezes over. Wyoming public > >>>> schools will open 2 > >>>> hours late. > >>>> > >>>
Mousetrap: Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.
A woman was walking down the street when she was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked her for a couple of dollars for dinner. The woman took out her bill fold, extracted ten dollars, and asked, "If I give you this money, will you buy some wine with it instead of dinner?" "No," I had to stop drinking years ago, the homeless woman replied. "Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?" the woman asked. "No," I don't waste time shopping, the homeless woman said. "I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive." "Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?" the woman asked. "Are you NUTS?" replied the homeless woman. "I haven't had my hair done in 20 years!" "Well," said the woman, "I'm not going to give you the money. Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my hubby and myself tonight. "The homeless woman was astounded. "Won't your husband be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting." The woman replied, "That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine!"
There once was a young person named Little Red Riding Hood who lived on the edge of a large forest full of endangered owls and rare plants that would probably provide a cure for cancer if only someone took the time to study them.
Red Riding Hood lived with a nurture giver whom she sometimes referred to as "mother", although she didn't mean to imply by this term that she would have thought less of the person if a close biological link did not in fact exist.
Nor did she intend to denigrate the equal value of nontraditional households, although she was sorry if this was the impression conveyed.
One day her mother asked her to take a basket of organically grown fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house.
"But mother, won't this be stealing work from the unionized people who have struggled for years to earn the right to carry all packages between various people in the woods?"
Red Riding Hood's mother assured her that she had called the union boss and gotten a special compassionate mission exemption form.
"But mother, aren't you oppressing me by ordering me to do this?"
Red Riding Hood's mother pointed out that it was impossible for womyn to oppress each other, since all womyn were equally oppressed until all womyn were free.
"But mother, then shouldn't you have my brother carry the basket, since he's an oppressor, and should learn what it's like to be oppressed?"
And Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her brother was attending a special rally for animal rights, and besides, this wasn't stereotypical womyn's work, but an empowering deed that would help engender a feeling of community.
"But won't I be oppressing Grandma, by implying that she's sick and hence unable to independently further her own selfhood?"
But Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her grandmother wasn't actually sick or incapacitated or mentally handicapped in any way, although that was not to imply that any of these conditions were inferior to what some people called "health".
Thus Red Riding Hood felt that she could get behind the idea of delivering the basket to her grandmother, and so she set off.
Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place, but Red Riding Hood knew that this was an irrational fear based on cultural paradigms instilled by a patriarchal society that regarded the natural world as an exploitable resource, and hence believed that natural predators were in fact intolerable competitors.
Other people avoided the woods for fear of thieves and deviants, but Red Riding Hood felt that in a truly classless society all marginalized peoples would be able to "come out" of the woods and be accepted as valid lifestyle role models.
On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood passed a woodchopper, and wandered off the path, in order to examine some flowers.
She was startled to find herself standing before a Wolf, who asked her what was in her basket.
Red Riding Hood's teacher had warned her never to talk to strangers, but she was confident in taking control of her own budding sexuality, and chose to dialogue with the Wolf.
She replied, "I am taking my Grandmother some healthful snacks in a gesture of solidarity."
The Wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."
Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop an alternative and yet entirely valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would prefer to be on my way."
Red Riding Hood returned to the main path, and proceeded towards her Grandmother's house.
But because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker route to Grandma's house.
He burst into the house and ate Grandma, a course of action affirmative of his nature as a predator.
Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist gender role notions, he put on Grandma's nightclothes, crawled under the bedclothes, and awaited developments.
Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said,
"Grandma, I have brought you some cruelty free snacks to salute you in your role of wise and nurturing matriarch."
The Wolf said softly "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."
Red Riding Hood said, "Goddess! Grandma, what big eyes you have!"
"You forget that I am optically challenged."
"And Grandma, what an enormous, what a fine nose you have."
"Naturally, I could have had it fixed to help my acting career, but I didn't give in to such societal pressures, my child."
"And Grandma, what very big, sharp teeth you have!"
The Wolf could not take any more of these specist slurs, and, in a reaction appropriate for his accustomed milieu, he leaped out of bed, grabbed Little Red Riding Hood, and opened his jaws so wide that she could see her poor Grandmother cowering in his belly.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Red Riding Hood bravely shouted. "You must request my permission before proceeding to a new level of intimacy!"
The Wolf was so startled by this statement that he loosened his grasp on her.
At the same time, the woodchopper burst into the cottage, brandishing an ax.
"Hands off!" cried the woodchopper.
"And what do you think you're doing?" cried Little Red Riding Hood. "If I let you help me now, I would be expressing a lack of confidence in my own abilities, which would lead to poor self esteem and lower achievement scores on college entrance exams."
"Last chance, sister! Get your hands off that endangered species! This is an FBI sting!" screamed the woodchopper, and when Little Red Riding Hood nonetheless made a sudden motion, he sliced off her head.
"Thank goodness you got here in time," said the Wolf. "The brat and her grandmother lured me in here. I thought I was a goner."
"No, I think I'm the real victim, here," said the woodchopper. "I've been dealing with my anger ever since I saw her picking those protected flowers earlier. And now I'm going to have such a trauma. Do you have any aspirin?"
"Sure," said the Wolf.
"Thanks."
"I feel your pain," said the Wolf, and he patted the woodchopper on his firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said "Do you have any Maalox?"
From foxworthy... If you refer to the fifth grade as "Your Senior Year"...you might be a redneck If you walk INTO a restaurant with a toothpick in your mouth...you might be a redneck If you call your boss, "Dude"... If your family tree does not fork...
Unknown Author... If your T.V. that works sits ON TOP OF your T.V. that doesn't work...you might be a redneck.
How do you know the Toothbrush was invented in Arkansas? If it was invented anywhere else, it would be called a Teethbrush.
Forrest Gump was sent on his way to Heaven. Upon his arrival, a concerned St Peter met Forrest at the Pearly Gates. 'I'm sorry Forrest' St Peter said; 'But Heaven is suffering from an overload of goodly souls and we have been forced to put up an Entrance Exam for new arrivals to ease the burden of Heavenly Arrivals.' 'That's Cool' said Forrest. 'What does the Entrance Exam consist of?' 'Just 3 Questions' said St Peter. 'Which are?' asked Forrest. 'The first' said St Peter, ' Is, which two days of the week start with the letter 'T'? The second is: How many seconds are there in a year? The third is: What was the name of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda? Now,' said St Peter, 'Go away and think about those questions and when I call upon you, I shall expect you to have those answers for me.' So Forrest went away and gave those three questions some considerable thought (I expect you to do the same). The following morning, St Peter called upon Forrest and asked if he had considered the questions, to which Forrest replied, 'I have. 'Well then,'said St Peter, 'Which two days of the week start with the letter T?' Forrest said, 'Today and Tomorrow.' St Peter pondered this answer for some time, and decided that indeed the answer can be applied to the question. 'Well then Forrest, could I have your answer to the second of the three questions?' St Peter went on, 'how many seconds in a year?' Forrest replied, 'Just 12!' 'Only 12?' exclaimed St Peter, 'How did you arrive at that figure Forrest?' 'Easy' said Forest, 'there's the second of January, the second of February right through to the second of December, giving a total of twelve seconds.' St Peter looked at Forrest and said, 'I need some time to consider your answer before I can give you a decision.' And he walked away shaking his head. A short time later St Peter returned to Forrest. 'I'll allow the answer to stand Forrest, but you need to get the third and final question absolutely correct to be allowed into Heaven. Now Forrest, can you tell me the answer to the name of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda?' Forrest replied: 'Of the three questions, I found this the easiest to answer.' 'Really!' exclaimed St Peter, 'And what is the answer, Forrest?' 'It's Andy.' 'Andy??' 'Yes, Andy' said Forrest This totally floored St Peter, and he paced this way and that, deliberating the answer. Finally, he could not stand the suspense any longer, and turning to Forrest, asked 'Forrest, how in God's name did you arrive at THAT answer?' 'Easy' said Forrest 'Andy sat, Andy watched, Andy waited till his Billy boiled.' And Forrest entered Heaven...
hello all..glad to be back in action. hope ev1 is doing great these days. and i am going to do all i can not to go poof again lol. so...anyone have any good redneck jokes these days hehehe