Chicken Scratch

(posted by weekend guest blogger Charlie "Marathon" Chicken...)

Howdy, lay-zee hoomans!

While youse were all still sleepin' in, ole Chuck wuz hittin' tha bricks!

After I quit bangin' my head against tha wall ta wake up, I stepped outside fer a run...

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Yessir, ole Charlie is gunna run in marythons!!

I watched Chariots a Fire on sattylite TV, an now I wanna be a Olimpick runner - call me Tha Flash!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Wut with ma streemlined fisique, I figger I gotsa major advantig over hooman runners, what with their natural flab an lacka skitterin'. Wings don't hurt none either.

I may not be tha Road-Runner, but I've managed to outrun the coyotes in OUR nayborehood!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

I juss gotta stalk up on Gatorade, spandex shorts, an dee-odor-ant. Chicks may not eggsactly dig a smelly stud...

Juss to be clear - beer is NOT a performance enhasin drug, is it??

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Hey, dew marythons typically last longer than a city block?

I need ta start small, until ah develop ma gams!!

Ready...

Set....

Andelay, Andelay!!!

Who was that blurry burst a speed an awesomesness???

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Cluck fer now...