George Carlin:
Ever notice how these days everyone is sooo obsessed about the chicken? "Has it crossed the road?", "Did it come before the egg?", "Don't ruffle feathers!", "Don't count your chickens before they hatch!", "Gotta make a nest egg". We've really flew the coup on this one folks. Yolk it up cause all this bird-brain chicken feed is making this egg hard-boiled. But we don't mind a little egg on our face, do we. Nooo. We just sit back and listen to these chicken-hawks spread their -John Thomas- and bull stories. The pecking order has been established, and you know who's one top? A baaad egg. Yup. The rule of the roost is serving chicken salad made from chicken poop. I'm no spring chicken, but I have learned a couple of things over the years. And I'll let you in on a little secret I've picked up along the way. All this squawking, it's not all it's cracked up to be. Hatch your own idea. Stick your neck out and rule your own roost. That would be something to crow about.