Chicken Scratch
Ooooh….my achin’ noggin….
Cornelius and I hit the Poultry Plaza Pub last night, for a hearty round o’ Karaoke. I don’t know what’s makin’ my brain hurt more – enough beers to paralyze a poodle, or hollerin’ my lungs out ta Sammy Hagar hits…
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
From what I can recall (and it ain’t much, I’ll admit), we knocked ‘em cluckin’ dead! AC-DC, Aerosmith, and I think we even covered a John Denver song. Like I sez, it’s all pretty fuzzy this mornin’ – like a newborn chick.
What I do remember is the roar of the crowd. Those 6 people were goin’ pluckin’ crazy for us! Corny and I should take this act on the road!! We could call it “Beakin’ Off!!”
Ya need the exclamation marks to show how tough we are…
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
I hadda feelin’ whenever I sung in the shower, I was gold, but now I know fer sure. Where’s that cluckin’ David Foster when ya need him? He coulda signed the next Michael Bublé, or Justine Tinglelake last night! Cornelius said I sounded just like Rod Stewart, in the ‘80’s!!
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
Of course, I had to carry that crazy-haired chicken all by myself. He may be musical at his other end, but his chicken lips couldn’t carry a tune in a briefcase! Ah, I’m probably being too hard on him. He can be my Pip, or Ikette, or whatever his little heart desires.
Hey, instead a “Beakin’ Off!!”, maybe we should call ourselves “Giblet & The Drumstick”??? That’s pretty cluckin’ cool…
Buk-AAAAWK!!
I need a coupla Tylenol. Out, losers…
Cluck for now!!
Ooooh….my achin’ noggin….
Cornelius and I hit the Poultry Plaza Pub last night, for a hearty round o’ Karaoke. I don’t know what’s makin’ my brain hurt more – enough beers to paralyze a poodle, or hollerin’ my lungs out ta Sammy Hagar hits…
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
From what I can recall (and it ain’t much, I’ll admit), we knocked ‘em cluckin’ dead! AC-DC, Aerosmith, and I think we even covered a John Denver song. Like I sez, it’s all pretty fuzzy this mornin’ – like a newborn chick.
What I do remember is the roar of the crowd. Those 6 people were goin’ pluckin’ crazy for us! Corny and I should take this act on the road!! We could call it “Beakin’ Off!!”
Ya need the exclamation marks to show how tough we are…
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
I hadda feelin’ whenever I sung in the shower, I was gold, but now I know fer sure. Where’s that cluckin’ David Foster when ya need him? He coulda signed the next Michael Bublé, or Justine Tinglelake last night! Cornelius said I sounded just like Rod Stewart, in the ‘80’s!!
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
Of course, I had to carry that crazy-haired chicken all by myself. He may be musical at his other end, but his chicken lips couldn’t carry a tune in a briefcase! Ah, I’m probably being too hard on him. He can be my Pip, or Ikette, or whatever his little heart desires.
Hey, instead a “Beakin’ Off!!”, maybe we should call ourselves “Giblet & The Drumstick”??? That’s pretty cluckin’ cool…
Buk-AAAAWK!!
I need a coupla Tylenol. Out, losers…
Cluck for now!!
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