Since no one else has said it...
Winner, winner, chicken dinner!!!
Winner, winner, chicken dinner!!!
Sounds like a clucked up situation to me.
Chicken is gone. Got out of the backyard and was at my front door, cluck cluck cluckin'...I tried to chase the dang thing with a stick and it ran down the street to where this girl helping trim up tree limbs caught the foul thing. She said she had chickens like it at her place near Blanchard and she would take it home to others of its kind. Good riddance to the thing. It was shizzin' all over the place while I was chasing it too. One of the other neighbors said he had spotted a shifty looking character, a redneck lookin' guy in an old beater pick-up, lurking around the area too, so yeah, I'm leaning more and more toward Junior being somehow involved in this whole chicken business. You know, possums and chickens and shifty rednecks...kinda adds up don't it? Yeah, it doesn't take Dick Tracy to figure this scenario out.
Shoulda invited it inside to keep the dog company. lmao
... dropping off possums and chickens to good little boys and girls.....
That was BONNER CLAUS!
I don't think anyone wants to receive any gifts from a stranger named BONNER Clause
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The maximum speed of a man is 10 MPH, and the maximum speed of a chicken is 10.5 MPH 
Wait until it has roosted, and go pick it up.
Or build a chicken catcher wire to grab it's feet.
Wait until it has roosted, and go pick it up.
Or build a chicken catcher wire to grab it's feet.
Yeah, I got a dog. Fierce sumbeech too. But, he has no interest in the chicken at all.
Dang! Your dog even looks like mine.
