Chicken Scratch
Chicken. Charlie Chicken. Shaken, and stirred. I want it all, baby!!
So, you may be wondering why I’m lookin’ so cluckin’ debonair today. Well, fleshy humanoids with nasal hair, I’m revealin’ that I have been deluding you all along. I’m not some classless chicken that thinks with his pants, and smokes more than the average smelter factory. Brace yourself, kiddies – I’m a pluckin’ super spy!!
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
Yeah, you heard me right. I’m in the British Secret Service, and my badge officially reads Agent 000. Top a’ the class! I’m licensed to kill, but I’m also know to make a killer omelette as well!
(Sssh!! Don’t tell the other chickens that! Our little secret!!!)
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!!
So, why have I chosen to reveal my see-cret eye-dentity now? Well, to be honest, I’m a little pissed at the mammals here in the house, for not only GOING to see guitar god Eddie Van Halen without me, but then havin’ the cluckin’ gall to BUMP ME, to brag about it!!
So, I used my pull wit the Queen, and my next assignment involves (and I have to use a bit a code here, if ya know what I mean) whackin’ my heartless roommates. At least the big one, with the baldin’ issues. I’m gonna show him a Goldfinger he won’t forget…
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
So, I ask you all to kindly forget I had this temporary lapse in judgement, and felt the need to lay my cards on the table. Banjo Boy, though...read ‘em and weep!!
Buk-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cluck for now!!!
Chicken. Charlie Chicken. Shaken, and stirred. I want it all, baby!!
So, you may be wondering why I’m lookin’ so cluckin’ debonair today. Well, fleshy humanoids with nasal hair, I’m revealin’ that I have been deluding you all along. I’m not some classless chicken that thinks with his pants, and smokes more than the average smelter factory. Brace yourself, kiddies – I’m a pluckin’ super spy!!
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
Yeah, you heard me right. I’m in the British Secret Service, and my badge officially reads Agent 000. Top a’ the class! I’m licensed to kill, but I’m also know to make a killer omelette as well!
(Sssh!! Don’t tell the other chickens that! Our little secret!!!)
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!!
So, why have I chosen to reveal my see-cret eye-dentity now? Well, to be honest, I’m a little pissed at the mammals here in the house, for not only GOING to see guitar god Eddie Van Halen without me, but then havin’ the cluckin’ gall to BUMP ME, to brag about it!!
So, I used my pull wit the Queen, and my next assignment involves (and I have to use a bit a code here, if ya know what I mean) whackin’ my heartless roommates. At least the big one, with the baldin’ issues. I’m gonna show him a Goldfinger he won’t forget…
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
So, I ask you all to kindly forget I had this temporary lapse in judgement, and felt the need to lay my cards on the table. Banjo Boy, though...read ‘em and weep!!
Buk-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cluck for now!!!
1 comment:
What? My tie?? What??
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