Currently, I raise chickens on golf courses. But maybe I can par lay that into something bigger?
At the United Nations Conference on Poultry in Pecking, China, several accords were discussed, including a complicated capon-trade system. But as the cluck was winding down on the agreement, many nations cried fowl, arguing that capon-trade would only lead to more hen-some profits for agribusinesses, and real progress would be nothing but chicken feed. In order to lay down their yolks, developing nations staged a coop! Their leader made a speech, saying “When all people, white and dark, meat, there is hope.” This democratic gesture inspired everyone, even nations whose broil kings were in attendance. But the cynical members of the global press downplayed the developments, just drank a lot of Wild Turkey and got totally basted. #classicpun-011026
I saw a rooster with a vagina, so I killed and ate it. No herm, no fowl.
Favourite dish of Muslims: Chicken Allah King.
If a chicken’s too fat, it tastes meaty yolker.
Those who feed coffee liqueurs to chickens and then bang them with a gong are part of a nefarious secret society: the Kahlua Clucks Clang.
This photo of a chicken nibbling my butt has an unusual ass-pecked ratio.
Car pouleting is for chickens.
Before they hatch, go to the bank and open a chicken egg count.
Chicken-related humour is at a crossroads.