FWJ Humor Project: Why did the chicken cross the road?
August 18, 2008 by Deb Ng
Filed under Freelance Writing
OK writers, it’s time for a little levity. I had the best weekend with my family and feel like keeping the good vibe going. So…a humor project.
Answer this question:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Some inspiration:
- Because she wanted to lay it on the line.
- Because Colonel Sanders was on the other side.
- She was afraid someone would Caeser
Your turn…Why did the chicken cross the road?
Eh? Well because that’s where the veggie burger was preening
Because the chicken was out strolling and smelled something so mmmm delicious cooking.. she crossed the road to get to the grill on the other side… which by the way was a grill with bbq chicken grilling…
ok, so I am a chickenable this morning.
bock!
To win the FWJ Idol contest, of course.
To prove to the armadillo that it was possible.
The chicken crossed the road to…
…get to the “otter’s” side…
Because that’s what they do.
Sorry, too much Stargate.
The same reason anyone does anything before 10 a.m.: to get coffee!
Because it was a good way of procrastinating!
To escape from the chicks for a few minutes.
I think I’ll have a better sense of humor in a couple of weeks when school starts again.
Because she was in a “fowl” mood – and she heard there was a big sale at Macy’s. She needed the shopping therapy.
… to prove she wasn’t a chicken.
Because the road was the mark of her con.
(that’s gotta be too obscure for most people …)
Oooh, better one:
Because she just finished it as she worked down her list of Cormac McCarthy works to read.
As Ogden Nash would have answer:
The chicken crossed the road with great elan,
to avoid becoming Coq au Vin.
She had an interview to do on the other side.
Well, I write for food poisoning lawyers. So it probably had something to do with salmonella.
Because there was a car coming…
She crossed the road to get away from people telling silly chicken jokes.
Seriously, a lot of these were pretty funny but my favorite was this one:
Greg Melikov Says:
August 18th, 2008 at 11:38 am
As Ogden Nash would have answer:
The chicken crossed the road with great elan,
to avoid becoming Coq au Vin.
To find score an open wi-fi connection.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
* Because it was a Free-Range chicken and could roam wherever the heck it wanted to!
* It was on its way to a PETA rally.
* It had just won first place on America’s Stupidest Pet Tricks and was fleeing from the Paparazzi.
To see the man lay bricks!
Because she heard that the pay is better on the other side.
All those eggs,” she scolded, “and nothing to show for it. I’m not a machine, you know.”
Ruth — That made me laugh. I can picture the ad now: “Chickens wanted. 300 eggs per day @ .002 cents per egg. Work in your pajamas.”
@ Amy: Add to that ad….”This should be easy work for an experienced egg-layer….”
Awesome responses! I’m just now able to take a lunch break (busy, busy day in btr-land) and this is making me giggle so loud my family thinks I’m crazy.
We need to do these more often, don’t we?
I think we have to define the outside factors that caused this event:
-Where is the chicken?
-What is his/her psychological state? Angry? Joyous? Suffering from paranoid delusions?
-Was it reacting to us, or the other way around? Was it able to perceive the fictional superstructure that it is inhabiting? Or is it ignorant of our manipulations of its fate, our omnipotence in its world?
-Every single decision that is made creates a new reality–so how do we all perceive the same chicken? Reality splits and grows with each new answer, like cell growth.
-I like to believe that the chicken is just that, and is forced to adhere to our answers.
Jeff — Perhaps it was a Law of Attractions for Chickens situation.
To find his psychiatrist to cure his phobias so he wouldn’t be chicken anymore.
To get the Chinese newspaper.
Do you get it?
No, me neither. I get the New York Times.
To answer this question.
Because it could. Hey! Chickens have rights too!
To walk the beaten path that all chickens feel compelled to do without question or purpose.
To help the idiotic jaywalker in the middle find a crosswalk.
It was Pope Chicken I, and it was merely blessing it.