1) Don’t count them before they’ve hatched. 2) Don’t forget their tendency to come home to roost. *
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update: Now that I think about it, I easily could have added a third rule about it being important to remember to take off your counting shoes before heading back into the house and grinding chicken shit into the cream-colored Berber. But then, it’s probably best I didn’t burden you all with too much information at once.
Jeff G.
The third rule probably would have been mentioned by a commenter anyway.
As to chickens and the GOP, for some reason, the mindless flopping of a headless chicken and the GOP seem to be an apt comparison.
Ooh, lookit! EGGS!
Chicken shit on shoes does tend to fuck up a nice berber carpet. As LBJ said, “Boys, I may not know much, but I know chicken shit from chicken salad.”
Coming home to roost is not a counting saying, although it is true too.
Armadillos generally take great care to not mar berber carpeting.
Jus’ so long as there’s one in every pot, count pots.
Why’d the chicken cross the road? To prove to the armadillo that it can be done!
Oh, so there’s an armadillo involved? In that case, count the silverware.
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Dance for me chicken, dance.
EGGs? I thought we were past Easter Bunny season.
It is when the chickens you’re putting through college show up unexpectedly on weekends and you don’t have any spare beds, much less enough clean linen.
Chicken that get cocky are plucked.
Team R has yet to make a significant leadership change after their well-deserved humiliation. They still have that poncey Thurston Howell-looking loser in the senate and the funny-colored vagina man in the House. Plus the feckless Michael Steele is still prancing around like he thinks he has good sense.
Our little country is not in good hands.
I feel like I should say something about egrets.
Egrets? I have a few.
It is when the chickens you’re putting through college show up unexpectedly on weekends and you don’t have any spare beds, much less enough clean linen.
I suspect those same chickens also like to raid the pantry, steal pop’s beer, and have mom do their laundry.
That is when the concept of a chicken in every pot makes a lot more sense….
But you won’t know they’re egrets until the eggs hatch.
They might be platypuses.
A whistling woman and a crowing hen will always come to no good end
H/T Dan C.
If 2 chickens are walking on wet sand, and spell out the word “three” does it mean that the chickens can’t count, or can’t write? What does the textualist say?
The intentionalist, by his conspicuous silence, is telling me to shut the fuck up.
The challenge is on…
Hey, there’s a infinite number of monkeys in here that say they have a script they’d like you to read…
Improbability factor of 5 to 1, 4 to 1, 3, 2, improbability factor of 1 to 1. Normality is restored. Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem.
But Zaphod! Ford is still a penguin!