Chicken Scratch

Cluck A Doodle Dooooo!!!!

If yer readin' this, then your lazy butt must finally be out of bed. Good for you...

Well, as you can tell by my picture today, I have decided to join the oil game. Yeah, that's right - I'm gonna be rich!!

Buk-AAAAWK!!!

With gas prices risin' everywhere, I figure I just need ta hit a small bed of oil, and I'll be rollin' in dough!!

Uh, maybe that's not such a good analogy, for a chicken...

I'll be swimmin' in greenbacks, is what I'll be.

I'll be so cluckin' loaded, I could feather myself with diamonds! Get my knuckles pierced!

I could afford to sue Gold's Gym, for not puttin' a doughnut tray on their treadmills! I hate dropping those damn things, every time...

One thing I ain't sure about is the legalities of this new gig. I hope to just drill in Banjo Boy's backyard, but if he finds out, he may want a piece of the pie. What with the high development costs (my drill, my hard hat, and Feathers Balboa - my lovely and nubile new assistant), I need all the scratch I can muster, from whatever bubbles up.

Hey, maybe I can move to Beverly Hills, like those hillbillies on TV.

We already got a banjo...

Buk-AAAWK!!!

Cluck for now!!