GEORGE W. BUSH
I don't think I should have to answer that question.
The chicken's habitat on the original side of the road had been polluted by unchecked industrialist greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because it was crushed by the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV.
To steal a job from a decent, hard-working American.
No one called to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the farmer's market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
Did the chicken cross the road?
Did he cross it with a toad?
Yes! The chicken crossed the road,
But why it crossed, I've not been told!
To die. In the rain. Alone.
In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.
I have just released eChicken 2003, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook—and Internet Explorer is an inextricable part of eChicken .
I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What do you mean by chicken? Could you define chicken please?
I missed one?