Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
…cross the road in the funniest way possible.
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
mimic the Colonel’s secret recipe from birth.
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
boldly go where no chicken has before!
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
vote for Democrats.
They’ll vote for anyone who promises them a free range.
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
have a third leg.
Most people aren’t going to catch that.
…code.
…get funky…
with its pet monkey?
Tut, tut…
…crash wedding receptions at will…
…and lead the chicken dance
…taste like anything!
…taste like bacon!
I’d buy that for a dollar!
…pat their head and rub their stomach at the same time or vice versa.
…sue Chicken-of-the-Sea over truth-in-advertising…
…lay with a straight face.
…lay green eggs and ham.
…cross the mobius strip to get to the same side.
be made to act like a human, when hypnotized.
be grown with controllable portions of dark and racist meat.
…commandeer driverless vehicles in order to play their favorite game…
…come first.
But only the roosters.
Ordered a chicken and an egg from Amazon. Waiting to see how that turns out.
… give emotional support to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.
… place signs on the moon.
…lay eggs filled with bacon.
apologize for white meat privilege.
…dance with the devil in the pale moon light.
Have Cock’s comb-over
…hunt and peck with extreme prejudice…
If it can type, it might win the pullet surprise.
That’s pretty fowl.
“…hunt and peck with extreme prejudice…”
Sounds like a typist for the New Yolk Times.
There you go bringing another “ist” into it.
Ovophobic!
More Typological.
Their writing does have a certain “Chicken Little” quality to it…
get the flock outta here.
…change the meaning of “fox in the henhouse” forever…
…hunt down Sir Robin and finish the job.
… come home to roast, all by itself.
maybe it will even roost.
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
be a Via
But why-a no duck?
Because its been genetically modified… duh.
Then Wyandotte? Why-a no Rhode Island Red?
I don’t know, why don’t you ride a red island and find out?
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
[Chico:] “… carry fifty times their weight. I should know; my parents arrived on a Plymouth Rock.”
[Harpo:] “♫”
“I made a funny son and you’re not laughin’. “
Nice.
“Is any of this getting through that little blue bon mot of yours?”
“Looks like the boy genius is tryin’ to show me up.”
…lead General Tso’s army
Smirk…. infuriating liberals everywhere.
… warn everyone about Global Warming, even when it grows up.
or it gets its head cut off.
… lay eggs imprinted “Non-GMO.” Clever bastards.
… How should I know? I’m not Doctor bloody Barnovsky!
‘Oo’s Doctor bloody Bernofsky?
{some poor guy who gets his name spelled any way people like.}
From the Official Monty Python site.
“Second Pepperpot: Per’aps it’s from the zoo.
First Pepperpot: Which zoo?
Second Pepperpot: (angrily) How should I know which zoo?!? I’m not Doctor bloody Bernofsky!!
First Pepperpot: How does Doctor bloody Bernofsky know which zoo it came from?
Second Pepperpot: He knows everything.
First Pepperpot: Oooh, I wouldn’t like that, that’d take all the mystery out of life.”
No, I meant me. Too lazy to look up the guy’s name. While on the internet. How lazy is that?
Not from the official site:
“Your genetically modified chicken: is it, um . . . Cornish?”
“Yes, she’s a game hen.”
“I’ll bet she is, I’ll bet she is!!”
Wink wink, nudge nudge. Say no more! Say. No. More!
Please!
“This is going to cause more confusion than a mouse in a burlesque show”
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
finally make project Blue Peacock feasible.
… fight crime, but not as well as The Mod Squab.
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
Sing like Panchito Pistoles
… refer to “chicks” and get away with it.
Probably not.
Poor Foghorn Legirons.
If he goes to prison, he’ll be an ex-corn.
Oh well, you’ve got to break a few eggs to make an obliette.
Down-twinkled that one myself. But it felt good.
“That dog’s like taxes, he just don’t know when to stop”
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
… perform a synchronized Chicken Dance.
Aren’t they introducing that in the Tokyo Olympics?
New genetically modified chickens will be able to…
fly and glide among the clouds (you know, like a real bird should) and help Yoshimi battle the Pink Robots!
…actually lose a game of tic-tac-toe to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.
…pray for their wings.
…play glib action heroes:
Knock knock
Whose there?
Gregory
Gregory who?
Gregory Peck…
…have real feet for your pickled chicken feet.
…KILL. Chicken hawks. First stop, Hollywood.
…sell eggs door to door.
…run around like a Democrat.