March 30, 2005

Chicken chicken chicken [pdf]. Chicken chicken, chicken chicken chicken chicken? Chicken chicken chicken! Chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken, chicken chicken, chicken chicken chicken. Chicken chicken.

[chicken]

  • You're obviously fried...
  • "Awarded Best Paper and Best Paper on Chickens at prestigious PoCSci '02 conference" well, that says it all.
  • monkey chicken.
  • I wouldn't argue with that. It's ovalous the guy's an egg-spurt. What a hard-boiled argument. Looks like he used nested equations. Some of that graph info is not all it's cracked up to be. Did he just pullet out of a hat? There will be some squawking about that. I'd say he was over-easy with the competition--made them look like yokels. They're toast. The whole department is cackling over what a coop that was. *scraches head, ruffles feathers, PACAWK!
  • I call bullchickenshit.
  • I found a typo. That's how much my life sucks.
  • Where is Nostril?
  • Where is Nostril?
  • I mean, "Where is Nostril?".
  • well, he WAS back. perhaps momentarily. if any FPP will lure him in, it's this one.
  • The word 'chicken' has ceased to look like a real word for me after seeing that page.
  • I found myself questioning if I had actually been eating a real organism after reading that.
  • And it's okay, I also found the typo. Fuck.
  • CCCC! Chicken, chicken chicken (chicken).
  • Well, I can agree with some of the findings. I've heard arguments along similar lines before, mostly from my quaker parrot. His statement is, "Chicken. Tickle chicken. Chicken chicken."
  • man, I thought it was sad that I saw the typo...glad I was not the only one. 120 Instances of "Chicken" Found, so says Acrobat 7...now what again was the point of this post ?
  • cluck!
  • I'm such a dumb cluck!
  • btw, now the word 'chicken' looks totally wrong to me..thanks a bunch fuyugare
  • Goose! Oh, fuck. Wrong game. Sorry.
  • Such fowl language, ooga_booga! *tips hat to GramMa*
  • Fuyu: chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken. Chicken chicken, chicken *chicken* chicken chicken chicken, chicken chicken chicken chicken. Duck duck duck duck, duck duck, duck (chicken chicken chicken)
  • chicken chicken chicken Ginger! chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken Ginger chicken chicken chicken chicken.
  • Chicken chicken, chicken. )
  • Turkey!
  • Surlyboi wins.
  • A chicken, a twelve-inch aristocrat and a frayed knot cross the road in order to change a lightbulb...
  • Brill! Reminds me of a south park episode. The south park kids wer in Ethiopia, and there was this space ship, and, wait a second..... Is that Tandoori? That's damn tastey, Mmm umm. is good.
  • so much depends upon a wet red wheel barrow covered with soaked white feathers from running over the chickens
  • An Apology Forgive me for backing over and smashing your red wheelbarrow. It was raining and the rear wiper does not work on my new plum-colored SUV. I am also sorry about the white chickens. --F.J. Bergmann
  • I lubs it, bees. An-other Apology Forgive me for keying and trashing your plum SUV. It is raining thru the broken window, and I used my red wheelbarrow to load chicken shit in your front seat.
  • Cows
  • Heh!
  • The chicken -- there she goes, crossing the road over and over again despite the whooshing traffic and proverbs falling from the lips of men and the churning tires that would do their worst. Ah, if only hasty drivers slowed and thought "Does this chick or the egg come first?" But never worry, though she's bruised, the chicken will come to roost.
  • hey, good one Bees The Swan At Edgewater Park Ruth L. Schwartz Isn't one of your prissy rich peoples' swans Wouldn't be at home on some pristine pond Chooses the whole stinking shoreline, candy wrappers, condoms in its tidal fringe Prefers to curve its muscular, slightly grubby neck into the body of a Great Lake, Swilling whatever it is swans swill, Chardonnay of algae with bouquet of crud, While Clevelanders walk by saying Look at that big duck! Beauty isn't the point here; of course the swan is beautiful, But not like Lorie at 16, when Everything was possible--no More like Lorie at 27 Smoking away her days off in her dirty kitchen, Her kid with asthma watching TV, The boyfriend who doesn't know yet she's gonna Leave him, washing his car out back--and He's a runty little guy, and drinks too much, and It's not his kid anyway, but he loves her, he Really does, he loves them both-- That's the kind of swan this is. Ruth L. Schwartz
  • Swans tilt magnolia-petal wings to swing in smooth curves across the broad face of a lake's water Medieval folk whose appetites were other could eat them. But, scion of a less legend-fed age, I'm sure at such a feast I'd choke on my elegiac grief before I'd rise and rage
  • WOW! That deserves extra large typeface in My Book of Bees
  • o swan you always dazzled me, ever since we began and I caught you almost simpering at your reflection gliding on so calmly centred despite the light-shot chop of the dark lake water breaking a pearl grey day and lifting my heart I hope forever
  • )))))!
  • Raised as I was in the gathering gloom of Ragnarok and the middenous murk of fairytales and such, I have often thought this thread by the sadly-absent Fuyugare merits this response: Little little little little little little little. Little little little little little, little? Little! And via Professor Harold Hill: peck-a-little, cheep, cheep, cheep ...