life..

D': What on earth's wron with you people!?! You notice the loss of my father and the next thing I know you're all out of no where talking about being naked! ...Incidently, Jazz could you delete mine while your at it? I myself am getting kinda creeped out here! :S
And you terrible people say I should get a rooster freind for tyhe loss of my dad, plus 15 years is a VERY old age for a chicken to live you know, I'm an old lady really! In mixed breed chicken years I have you know I'm 105!

Phip, how did you know that? How did you know exactly how he died? Don't you lie to me, it was you wasn't it! You were a KFC drone working along side Colnel Sanders in The Great Poultry War weren't you? You must've been, don't lie to me! Tell me the truth about how you helped kill daddy!

how could you phip! we trusted you!

To each their own Bodom, it's not my kind of relationship. Works well with others.

Phip, you always crack me up. Quite the picture!

*puts on deep voice* "do do oooooh yeaaah"

Side Note: You can get your deep voice online, but I got mine from Sainsbury's.

@ Heather,
I guess it is about time I confessed my horible secret. It was the summer of 1986, and the great poultry war was raging across Europe. I was assigned to the secret unit known only as the "feather brigade". Your daddy (known as the scarlet rooster) was working as a double agent passing secrets to the Colonel about our secret recipe (made with only the freshest herbs and spices)!
It was only a matter of time before the order went out to silence your daddy once and for all. The mission was assigned to me on a dark and stormy night in late July. I tracked your pappy to a small seedy bar in Paris and when we were alone I reached for my gun, but it was missing. I reached for my knife but i had left it in my other trench coat. Alas i resorted to the only other method i could think of. That's right...................I CHOKED THE CHICKEN!
And that is the true story of how your pappy met his fate. I feel so much better now that i have that awful secret off my chest.
Secret agent Phip

you should be happy he died honourably

No! How could you, and you knew for all this time Phip! How could you let me be your freind knowing your evil deed, that's it. When I become the first chicken Prime Minister, your kicked out of Britain! I was only a chick you know, and you made it so my mother was alone with more eggs to lay, because of what you did, my unborn siblings were never fertilized when they were laid. So they're undeveloped eggs were sent away to be fried. I could've had a little bother or sister Phip, you awful man!

*sob* You know, I just want to be alone right now. I just can't bearto continueing jumping on my cure little keyboard to type. Epecially now I can't stop imagineing them full of chicken greese (thanks to BBT.)

I'm leaving you all, it's just too up setting, knowing I couldn't even bury my daddy with the respect he deserved!

fried eggs are good accompanied with bacon between two slices of fried bread :) possibly a bit of black pudding depending on how you feel :P thats a windsurfers breakfast!

and wow a 105 year old chicken that can cycle? id pay for someone to eat it :P i mean you're clearly in agony of being over 100. euthanasia of chickens anyone? maybe a bbq after?

sounds good jcb!

chicken curry is delicious.
Rest easy knowing your family is in a better place Feather, my belly.
*looks at the succulent chicken*
I'm sure you will be seeing them again very soon.

little did phip know...it was poison in his drink courtesy of the bartender.

hmmm....first time reading through this thread....

i've come to some conclusions.

all of you are nutz lol

Phip you are truly and deeply one disturbed individual...lol j/k
don't ever stop...hahaha

AmericanBrit i'm lol-ing so hard at the pics.

aye

I am not a nut, I have you know I seem to be one of the very few SANE individuals here. So there :P I AM a chicken, like it or not.

BBT, JCB & Joe. How could you? Don't you EVER think about eating your dear old freind Heather, I must be the most talented chicken you've ever met. And if you were to humainly euthinize this chicken and eat me afterwards, I'd say HA (If I were alive) because then you'd be poisoned. You'd have poisoned yourselves, bwahaha!

And I'm in good shap you meanines, the cycleing keps me looking like a young woman hen still, so stop wanting to eat me!

Now I think I like Guitar Slinger more then therest of you. He doesn't talk about eating me, he just laughs at/personally poisoned Phip instead. Who I am rather angry at right now, I just can't bear to look at him now. Or say his name, I need to go shake some hevan rattles to forget that terrorizing name...

there is no meaning to life

blow your head off like your hero did

@ Heather

Chin up chuck! The good news is that men of his age who still 'choke the chicken' invariably end up going blind!

@ Sixtiesguy,

I thought that was from eating too much soap!




Now you tell me.
who turned out the lights?
Phip

Only if you get the suds in your eyes. That'll teach you to chew with your mouth open!

@Ironman - FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAH............AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!