October 22nd, 2004
|10:23 pm - ATTENTION LIVEJOURNAL|
JOANNE WORLEY IS WATCHING YOU
UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES
SHOULD YOU TELL ANY CHICKEN JOKES
Joanne Worley's face suddenly appearing on my monitor = fright-induced heart attack. Dang.
Was that a chicken joke?!
It's my approximation of the sqwak of fear made by a chicken on the chopping block. (A sound I am sadly familiar with.) If I were making a chicken joke, the emphasis would be different.
Bawk, bawk BAWK!
What are you on, and can I have some?
I miss you, Gary Owens...
Damn, when I first saw the picture, I was going to nick it for an icon but you already justifiably made it yours.
Go ahead, nick away. I don't see any other use I'll have for it other than to call out potential chicken jokes from time to time.
How often are you going to be shoutin' out chicken jokes? Cuz' I don't want to be using the same icon as you on the same day with a full moon out. Horrors!
|Date:||October 23rd, 2004 03:35 pm (UTC)|| |
Why didn't the chicken cross the road?
He was lactose-intolerant.
(That technically wasn't a chicken joke. The chicken wasn't in the punchline. He is merely a player on the stage of lactose intolerance.)