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From: janiceg@Eng.Sun.COM (Janice Gelb)
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Subject: Re: Humor du jour

More on the theme from my friend Arthur:

     WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?

     Give me ten minutes with that chicken and we'll find out.
     -- Tomas de Torquemada

     I'm sorry, Ollie. I left the hen-house door open.
     -- Stan Laurel

     A chicken at rest remains at rest; a chicken in motion remains in
     motion.
     -- Sir Isaac Newton

     To boldly go where no hen has gone before.
     -- Capt. James Tiberius Kirk

     The ideal chicken must ideally cross the ideal road. Therefore,
     imperfect chickens in this world
     cross imperfect roads, imperfectly.
     -- Plato

     Driven by the lash of economic necessity.
     -- Karl Marx

     It is the essence of chickens to cross the road.
     -- Aristotle

     Those who cluck do not know.
     Those who know do not cluck.
     -- Lao Tse

     To see what's out there.
     -- Capt. Jean Luc Picard

     It was a national security matter.
     -- Col. Oliver North

     Oh, never mind that chicken. She's from Barcelona.
     -- Basil Fawlty

     Because it's there.
     -- Sir Edmund Hilary

     The lions still roam the barranca
     And a hen there is always alone.
     -- The Kingston Trio

     The telephone pole suggested a phallic symbol
     and like all female creatures she wanted to be dominated.
     -- Sigmund Freud

     The question admits of limitless answers, since
     there is no one logocentric strategy of discourse that takes primacy
     over all others.
     -- Jacques Derrida

     This chicken problem has many depths, but all of them are equally
     shallow.
     -- Oscar Wilde

     She was a victim of the Jewish conspiracy.
     -- Adolph Hitler

     She was a victim of the English Gnostic Drug Cartel conspiracy.
     -- Lyndon LaRouche

     She was a victim of the Illuminati One World conspiracy.
     -- Pat Robertson

     She was a victim of the male conspiracy.
     -- Gloria Steinem

     She was dazed and disoriented after the extra-terrestrials abducted
     and genetically altered her.
     -- Budd Hopkins

     Forty-two.
     -- Douglas Adams

     It was her True Will to cross just that road on just that day.
     -- Aleister Crowley

     We made her an offer she couldn't refuse.
     -- Vito Corleone

     To kiss your skin, to lie with you in moonlight...
     -- Sappho

     To impose a meaning upon her accidental existence.
     -- Jean Paul Sartre

     Uncle Ike saw her first: just an ordinary chicken, he thought
     for a moment, a chicken picking here and pecking there, gradually
     working her way across the road toward the lawn; but then he
     felt the fingers tighten on his arm and looked up, astounded, to see
     him, the Colonel, eyes lit with a new fire, face
     aglow like a saint seeing a vision: and then it was destiny, a thing
     pre-ordained, a fatality, for the Colonel did not
     reveal even to him, Uncle Ike, the secret ingredients, not the names
     of the herbs and not even the number of
     them, and so the secret of the crust remained, a hermetic mystery,
     locked in the private places of the Colonel's soul: and yet
     the vision was real, a true moment of Fate; for the franchises sold
     almost as fast as they could slaughter and gut the
     stock, and they spread across the country, across the civilized world,
     making the Colonel not just a millionaire but a billionaire, and Uncle
     Ike saw it all, knew it all, from the beginning to the day when the
     initials KFC were to be seen in every city, every town, 
     every hamlet large enough to own two mules and an Assembly of God church:
     until now, standing in the shop in Jefferson, Yoknapatawpha County,
     where Flem Snopes, the bank president, hawked and coughed and spat on
     the floor, then hoisted his britches, country style, and said to the
     waitress, "Extra crispy, please."
     -- William Faulkner

     To leave the place she knew for another place 
     And to stay there for a while
     And then to visit both places.
     -- T. S. Eliot

     Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken
     depends upon the inertial system of the observer.
     -- Albert Einstein

     To ask this question denies your own chicken nature.
     -- Buddha

     It was the next step after coming down from the trees.
     -- Charles Darwin

     All hens are endowed by Nature and Nature's God
     with the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of the other side.
     -- Thomas Jefferson

     I sent a hen through the astral plane 
     To learn our future, and man's luck, 
     And by a by the bird returned
     But all she'd say was "Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
     -- Omar Khayyam

     It was not merely that the chicken crossed the road, Watson, but that
     the three Russian midgets and the Italian oboe player did not also
     cross.
     -- Sherlock Holmes

     When the emperor performs the rites with full reverence,
     and the court officers behave as true scholars and gentlemen, a hen
     may cross any road in the kingdom safely.
     -- Confucius

     The fuckin chicken crossed the fuckin road, okay? No problem, okay?
     -- Jack Nicholson

     To die. In the rain.
     -- Ernest Hemingway

     To escape the crawling horror lurking on this side of the road, a
     nameless and foetid monstrosity that cannot be conceived save in the
     dreams of madness
     -- H.P. Lovecraft

     There was no chicken, no road, no crossing. There was only an
     interpretation.
     -- Friederich Nietzsche

     This Department recalls the distasteful incident
     of the Chainsaw Subliminals -- World falling -- Photo falling --
     Breakthrough in hen yard -- Towers open fire --
     A few may get through to the Gate in Time --
     -- William S. Burroughs


     She was seduced by the dark side of the road.
     -- Darth Vader

     She had beady inhuman eyes like strange black jewels 
     and the kind of feathers a bird of paradise might envy.  
     I knew that if they made her a free-range chicken she'd
     take off and never look back.
     -- Raymond Chandler

     I will consider my hen, Brigit,
     For she is a servant of the living God,
     Rising in the dawn to praise the Sun in her song, Retiring at dusk
     like an honest worker,
     Making by Alchemy from simple seeds
     The wonder of an egg to feed me at breakfast: For she fears Death and
     the Devil
     Known to her as Fox and Chickenhawk; For she is motherly to her chicks;
     For she refutes the Atheist and Mechanic Choosing of her free will to
     cross the road!
     -- Christopher Smart

     Why, let us feather our brutish nests
     In this barnyard Athens -- like the hen i' the adage -- Until the Ax
     of mortality falls on all our necks
     And we squawk and make one final futile flutter And blackest night
     falls on the king and commoner.
     -- Will Shakespeare

     Mrs. Hahn, Cock's wife, flapflopped from an ova eggspressed 
     (one l'ouvre, end sot)
     and charged that lewd brigade
     into any tennis sun in this faunanimal whirled.
     -- James Joyce


     I will not use a chicken as a frisbee. I will not use a chicken as a
     frisbee. I will not use a chicken as a frisbee. I will not use
     -- Bart Simpson

     Nostradamus predicted chicken/UFO horror!
     -- Weekly World News

     I ate her liver. With fava beans.
     And a brandied cranberry sauce.
     -- Hannibal Lecter, M.D.

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  RICHARD M. NIXON:  The chicken did not cross the road.  I repeat,
              the  chicken did NOT cross the road.

  JERRY SEINFELD:  Why does anyone cross a road?  I mean, why
              doesn't anyone ever think to ask, "What the heck was
              this chicken doing walking around all over the place,
              anyway?"

  BILL GATES:   I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000,
              which  will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs,
              file your important  documents, and balance your
              checkbook.

  OLIVER STONE:  The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross
              the  road?"Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at
              the same time, whom  we overlooked in our haste to
              observe the chicken crossing?"

  LOUIS FARRAKHAN:  The road, you will see, represents the black
              man.  The chicken 'crossed' the black man in order to
              trample him and  keep  him down.

  MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.:  I envision a world where all chickens
              will  be free to cross roads without having their
              motives called into  question.

  GRANDPA:  In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the
              road.   Someone told us that the chicken had crossed
              the road, and that  was  good enough for us.

  MACHIAVELLI:  The point is that the chicken crossed the road.
              Who  cares why?  The end of crossing the road justifies
              whatever  motive  there was.

  EINSTEIN:  Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road
              moved  beneath the chicken is a matter of relativity.

  COLONEL SANDERS:  I missed one?

