Went to lunch with a friend today to a new chicken place. We asked
how they prepare their chickens. The answer was, 'We just tell them
they're going to die.'
how they prepare their chickens. The answer was, 'We just tell them
they're going to die.'
Related:
- saga n.
[WPI] A cuspy but bogus raving story about N
random broken people.
Here is a classic example of the saga form, as told... - Seems George was playing his usual eighteen holes on Saturday
afternoon.
Teeing off from the 17th, he sliced into the rough... - How 'bout lunch and sex? . . . OK,
we can skip the lunch... - A feed salesman is on his way to a farm. As he's driving along at forty
m.p.h.
he looks out his car window and sees a three-legged... - Today for show and tell I've brought a tiny marvel of nature:
a single snowflake. I think we might all learn a lesson... - Just what chicken and which road are we talking
about... - Christmas time is here, by Golly; Kill the turkeys,
ducks and chickens; Disapproval would be folly; Mix... - Phoebe: Today we're gonna start with some songs about barnyard animals.
[singing] Oh, the cow in the meadow goes moo, Oh, the... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it...
From the same category:
- One picture had better be worth a thousand words-
it takes up more disk space... - Put 'em in the
trunk... - SMILEY
+-(:
) Religious... - An angry man is again angry with himself when he returns to reason.
Publius... - If things were left to chance,
they'd be better.
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Langin's...
