Somehow during the night the shicken left the arena in search of food and as he tried to sneak back in, he found it bolted and locked shut tighter than a drum so I gues his only recourse was to head back to the clubhouse and hide out in the laundry room under all of deviant vikings old dirty socks. As if the smell would hide his poultry sented feathers. Well  it did, but I just happened to be down in the laundry area looking for a green sock..errr a green marble to keep in my pocket and saw something rubber quivering under the mound. Low and behold it was SHICKEN! I've pried the hex out of him and I think we're all safe now once again

I keep my hex in my pants!!!

psst landy, have you forgotten about that time your hex slipped out all on it's own?    

AAAAHHHHH HA!!!!



http://calgary.cbc.ca/regional/serv...a_avian20040407


where's the cheicken??????       

Well if they just have gotten their flu shots.......


Anways, as my slogan goes...Save a Shicken, eat Bull!

          

What do you do in your spare time?

I am waiting for a meeting!

Posty, I assemble nucular bombs, and knit lap blankets for the retirement center:)

Posty????   I really need to get a new set of fingers soon....I meant Posy    

I've been waiting for you.   How did you hear about Posy?

The CIA informed me of you and I knew you would be waiting for me, do you have the plans Posy?

What is your real name?

Oh no, I'm not falling for that old trick, all you will get from me my dear Posy is my rank and cereal no matter how much you torcher me! Now give me da damn plans so I can destroy Cleaveland!

Hurrah!              Are you serious? I am  sorry to hear that you are not falling for that old trick all you will get from him or her his or her dear you is his or her rank and cereal no matter how much you torcher him or her.