October 04, 2003

Fancy Chicken Saturday

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Silas Pecks, b. 1812, d. 1813
renowned wild west cowchicken and progenitor of the modern fancy chicken

Posted by ladd at October 4, 2003 07:25 PM | TrackBack
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Woo Hoo, first post. A day late with the chicken, but better late than never.

And since there's a mustache, it's a he. I'm not going to make that mistake again :)

Posted by: U. D. Mann on October 4, 2003 07:31 PM

Could be female. A very ugly, hairy female. It does look at *bit* like your mother, to whom I gave it long and sloppy last night.

Crude insult, sure, but just *look* at that great use of "whom"! Fancy. Fancy like a CHICKEN!

I haven't been drinking at all. That's past tense nonsense.

Posted by: PossObly O'Talian on October 4, 2003 09:32 PM

I want a chicken with the right allocations,
Who is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack.
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair,
She's touring the facility and picking up slack.
I want a chicken with a short skirt and a long jacket.

Posted by: Yr Mom on October 4, 2003 10:40 PM

Nick, in response to your previous inquiry, we are the Inquisition. We answer to ourselves and even then only the Malleus branch (yours) does Internal Affairs type stuff.

To no one in particular, my old high school marching band just scored 1st in a competition. Boo yah to them.

To the responses about the chickens and doing someones mother, you have problems and I suggest you seek guidance counseling from your local Inquisitorial branch.

Carry on.

Posted by: Laemkral on October 5, 2003 01:17 AM

Blah blah blah Muslim rapists blah blah Norwegian women blah blah Aussie racism blah blarggggghhh.

P.S. No doubt the editors of this site will edit my bizarrely long-winded post, as it makes little sense and has nothing to do with fancy chickens.

Posted by: F. Ardal Xavier O'Donnell, S.J. on October 5, 2003 02:39 AM

*Official Inquisitorial Declaration*
In order to help protect the sheilas of his country from rape, Aussie Boy is hereby authorized by Inquisitorial authority to form any and all mobs of crazed, rambunctious, possibly drunken, but certainly mad Australians, as he sees fit.
If you interfere with Aussie Boy's business, you will be considered a heretic and thus punishable by execution.
Aussie Boy is not an Inquisitor, he simply has the power to establish mob rule when and where he deems it necessary in order to combat this rising problem.
Unless he's partaking in this problem on the other end, in which case shame on him and those he knows who haven't tried to stop him.
*End Declaration*
All the other countries are on their bloody damn own. Fix it or we fix you is the only warning that will be provided.
On a more cheerful note, that chicken appears to have been altered with iStache 1.0, and thats just too darn funny.

Posted by: Laemkral on October 5, 2003 03:15 AM

Thank god it's moustache chicken saturday

Posted by: kaktus on October 5, 2003 09:34 AM

Without The Pretty Pink Chicken
You'd End Up Just Like Me
Without The Pretty Pink Chicken
You'd Float Down To The Sea
Without The Pretty Pink Chicken
You'd Say Just What You Please
Without The Sticky Little Kitten
Your Ticket Could Never Be Free

-Laem,

In my last Daemon Sweep I ran accross a Heretic, I have him in custody. To avoid the red tape of prisoner transfer, I'm having Space Marine Archibald swing by with him tonight. I actually have a hidden agenda for sending him to you, I want Archibald to grab that recipe for Lemon Bars, you know, the ones we had at the last Inquisitior BBQ. I'm having a dinner party and I need something with a little zing.
Oh Shit, that was the perimeter alarm! Uh, gotta go...

Posted by: Nick on October 5, 2003 10:36 AM

Man, you guys are totaly into ripping on the chicken butchers among us here at the Hundt farm. Let me repete my self Jan- CHICKENS ARE FOOD., the have brains, and thus ideas about the word around them the size of A 12 INCH POWERBOOK. please please please stop your use of this web space for the purposes of the incessnt lambasting of my morals towards the fine meat that is our heratige.
Respectfully submited
Silas James Hundt
Coon Valley, Wisconsin- Still loving ever minute of chicken relations.

Posted by: silas hundt on October 5, 2003 10:32 PM

Silas James Hundt, we are on to you.
Nick, I've told you once, never mention the BBQs to the public. The prisoner has been dealt with and the new shipment of "bolter ammo" has been sent.

Carry on.

Posted by: Laemkral on October 6, 2003 12:14 AM

Doesn't anybody post short comments anymore? Ow! My attention span hurts!

Posted by: fuddes on October 6, 2003 09:11 AM

POOP!

Short enough for you, fuddes?

Posted by: Robo on October 6, 2003 02:44 PM

Heh heh. You said "progenitor."

Posted by: chicken fancier on October 6, 2003 04:34 PM

Forgive me for being uncharacteristically serious. Multiculturalism in Australia is in a parlous state. Right-wing hate mongers have been given a licence to ply their vicious shite wherever and whenever they see fit. They don't see that hate belittles us all. Labelling people as "Muslim gang rapists" (among other things) does nothing to address the underlying desperation that leads them to perpetrate such acts.

That is not to say, of course, that criminal behaviour should remain unpunished. But all of us, all over the world, need to take a long hard think about how we want the world to be in the future. Because insularity and intolerance are not the answers. Not now. Not ever.

Therefore, Laemkral, it is with honour that I accept your offer of inquisitorial powers. Crazed mobs of drunken Australians shall seek and destroy bigots wherever we find them. Trouble is, quite a lot of the bigots hang out in crazed mobs of drunken Australians ...

Posted by: aussie boy on October 7, 2003 02:11 AM
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