Chicken Scratch

“GOOD MORNING, VIETNAMMMMMMMM!!!!”

(Heh Heh Heh…)

I always wanned ta do that…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Yessir, boys and girls, ole Charlie is considerin’ getting’ inta the radio biz – an I think I may be a natural. I’m blessed with a strong set a pipes, and my cousin, Rusty Limbaugh, has done pretty good for hisself down in the ole U.S. a A.

I don’t mean ta “crow” about misself, but havin’ recently completed a online grammar course, I think I could be the suavest chicken on the airwaves – or with a bit a practice, maybe I could be the next Howard Stern! I could learn ta curse, or be ob-seen!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Man, imagine tha groupies a chicken could gather, if he wuz ticklin’ their earlobes over the airwaves!

I could be a mornin’ show host! It’s in our blood as chickens, even if those show-off roosters get all the glory. Who’dya think gets the roosters up on time for all that cock-a-doodle-doodlin’???

Well, it’s LADY chickens, let’s just set the record straight right now…

Pluck me…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

I better high-tail it outta here, and get back ta my vocal exercises. I’m workin’ on my low register this mornin’ – gotta get this pluckin’ phlegm outta my system…

Cluck for now!!