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mojo
Posted May 14, 2012 at 10:36 am |
Coinkidink: I just won a bet with a co-worker over whether “chickens urinate through their skin”…
No, they don’t. Go figure. They don’t sweat either.
SondraK, Queen of my domain
Posted May 14, 2012 at 10:47 am |
Were they borned to you or did you buy them already borned?
DougM (jackassophobe)
Posted May 14, 2012 at 11:22 am |
What kind’a sicko makes chickens eat out of a frying pan, an irony one, too.
SondraK, Queen of my domain
Posted May 14, 2012 at 11:34 am |
^ LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Claire: pink pig barbarian, etc
Posted May 14, 2012 at 11:37 am |
*raises hand*
‘Sides, they’re too young to get it.
[right?]
We bought ‘em like that. But since the other day when I saw a mommy ‘n’ baby at a friend’s barn: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant.
Maybe next year…..
IF I have one go broody…
IF I can find a nice, calm, docile rooster…..
DougM (jackassophobe)
Posted May 14, 2012 at 12:20 pm |
As if you didn’t already have to deal with enough chickensh*t in CA.
(What? Oh, right. Perhaps she is good at it by now.)
Melissa In Texas
Posted May 14, 2012 at 12:38 pm |
Dinner on the loose!
Melissa In Texas
Posted May 14, 2012 at 12:39 pm |
Or are ya gonna keep ‘em for layin’?
mech
Posted May 14, 2012 at 12:54 pm |
Ah, a little bit of normalcy an sanity in this campaign fertilizer spreader.
Doug (3), excellent powers of observation.
Ironic in Denver
Posted May 14, 2012 at 1:38 pm |
Claire, you want to be careful, and the rest of you too.
I hear that those “chicks” have retained Gloria Allred to represent them.
They first object to being referred to with a lack of respect (“chicks”), and then go on to matters of greater substance, such as being required to provide people with dinner.
mojo
Posted May 14, 2012 at 2:04 pm |
“What do you call that one?”
“Dinner.”
mojo
Posted May 14, 2012 at 2:48 pm |
PS:
Think he’ll appoint Scott Thompson (aka “Buddy”) as his “Gay Czar”?
geezerette
Posted May 14, 2012 at 2:51 pm |
—Good luck with the nice,calm,docile rooster— Folks had one that chases our uncle out of the hen house–uncle tripped on the threshold landed flat on his face with the rooster pecking at his head—- try not to laugh at that when your a kid—we knew to stay away from that crazy rooster.
I hate to see cast iron used like that, I hope the pan was already messed up beyond repair. Yes, I admit it, I love cast iron cookware.
Doug M @3, I nearly lost it reading that post.
Y’all kill me!
rickn8or
Posted May 14, 2012 at 3:53 pm |
blindshooter, right you are on both counts.
My favorite piece of cookware is a cast iron skillet my Mom got for a wedding present… in 1937. (Kinda tells you what social strata I’M from, huh?) Makes the best cornbread you ever had.
Ironic in Denver
Posted May 14, 2012 at 5:45 pm |
^ I liked seeing the cast iron skillet put to good use in Jumping Jack Flash. Might have been Whoopi’s finest moment.
JoeBandMember®
Posted May 14, 2012 at 6:30 pm |
People are just like chickens. That one showin’ his ass is named Obama.
Or maybe Barney.
Lance
Posted May 14, 2012 at 7:32 pm |
Claire, congrats on getting your chicken house goin’.
Good luck findin’ a calm, gentle rooster!
Now you’ll know in the future not to offend any of the members
of the Church of Holy & Ancient Cast-Iron Fryin’ Pans.
Apparently they’re very respectful of the Blessed Irony!
Merovign
Posted May 15, 2012 at 12:52 am |
It’s okay, Lance. Not everyone who likes to cook is a huge fan of Cast Iron. I appreciate them for what they are, but I ain’t in a rush to inherit any.
Ironic in Denver
Posted May 15, 2012 at 5:38 am |
Claire, I don’t have to tell you this, but for the sake of any casual visitors who may not know…
…don’t put a fox in charge of the security for your chicken house — this is like putting a Democrat in charge of your budget.
geezerette
Posted May 15, 2012 at 5:42 am |
Or Obama in charge of our country. coclkadoodledoooo
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24 Comments!
Coinkidink: I just won a bet with a co-worker over whether “chickens urinate through their skin”…
No, they don’t. Go figure. They don’t sweat either.
Were they borned to you or did you buy them already borned?
What kind’a sicko makes chickens eat out of a frying pan, an irony one, too.
^ LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*raises hand*
‘Sides, they’re too young to get it.
[right?]
We bought ‘em like that. But since the other day when I saw a mommy ‘n’ baby at a friend’s barn: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant.
Maybe next year…..
IF I have one go broody…
IF I can find a nice, calm, docile rooster…..
As if you didn’t already have to deal with enough chickensh*t in CA.
(What? Oh, right. Perhaps she is good at it by now.)
Dinner on the loose!
Or are ya gonna keep ‘em for layin’?
Ah, a little bit of normalcy an sanity in this campaign fertilizer spreader.
Doug (3), excellent powers of observation.
Claire, you want to be careful, and the rest of you too.
I hear that those “chicks” have retained Gloria Allred to represent them.
They first object to being referred to with a lack of respect (“chicks”), and then go on to matters of greater substance, such as being required to provide people with dinner.
“What do you call that one?”
“Dinner.”
PS:
Think he’ll appoint Scott Thompson (aka “Buddy”) as his “Gay Czar”?
—Good luck with the nice,calm,docile rooster— Folks had one that chases our uncle out of the hen house–uncle tripped on the threshold landed flat on his face with the rooster pecking at his head—- try not to laugh at that when your a kid—we knew to stay away from that crazy rooster.
http://www.google.com/imgres?q=scott+thompson&start=102&num=10&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=xfj&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&biw=1350&bih=924&addh=36&tbm=isch&tbnid=xDq5d6t1bXW6TM:&imgrefurl=http://www.katiecrown.com/%3Fpaged%3D3&docid=1vW5_DXnhovdZM&imgurl=http://www.katiecrown.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/scott-thompson.jpg&w=309&h=296&ei=TX6xT4fHO4m02gW-66npCA&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=210&vpy=118&dur=11159&hovh=220&hovw=229&tx=105&ty=242&sig=116947893141348040747&page=5&tbnh=171&tbnw=209&ndsp=26&ved=1t:429,r:21,s:102,i:145
I hate to see cast iron used like that, I hope the pan was already messed up beyond repair. Yes, I admit it, I love cast iron cookware.
Doug M @3, I nearly lost it reading that post.
Y’all kill me!
blindshooter, right you are on both counts.
My favorite piece of cookware is a cast iron skillet my Mom got for a wedding present… in 1937. (Kinda tells you what social strata I’M from, huh?) Makes the best cornbread you ever had.
^ I liked seeing the cast iron skillet put to good use in Jumping Jack Flash. Might have been Whoopi’s finest moment.
People are just like chickens. That one showin’ his ass is named Obama.
Or maybe Barney.
Claire, congrats on getting your chicken house goin’.
Good luck findin’ a calm, gentle rooster!
Now you’ll know in the future not to offend any of the members
of the Church of Holy & Ancient Cast-Iron Fryin’ Pans.
Apparently they’re very respectful of the Blessed Irony!
It’s okay, Lance. Not everyone who likes to cook is a huge fan of Cast Iron. I appreciate them for what they are, but I ain’t in a rush to inherit any.
Claire, I don’t have to tell you this, but for the sake of any casual visitors who may not know…
…don’t put a fox in charge of the security for your chicken house — this is like putting a Democrat in charge of your budget.
Or Obama in charge of our country. coclkadoodledoooo
^ Obama, our first Rooster President?
Or “First Lesbian President?” (see below)
http://www.theatlanticwire.com/politics/2012/05/obama-our-first-gay-female-black-hispanic-asian-jewish-president/52299/
Or at least our first “Gay-Female-Hispanic-Asian-Jewish President.”
I’d have never thought I’d be hoping that we soon have our first Mormon President (why would I care?), yet here we are.
By the way, the chicks are cute.