[TheEndIsNigh]

Originally Posted by Xelebes

Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?

A: Purple!



Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?

A: Are you sure it was a chicken? Could have sworn it wasn't a chicken that crossed that road. No siree-bob! The chicken you saw was no more alive than your foot is a brick. Or your brick a foot. Or you foot a brick which brick your foot to brick-foot brick foot-bricks. Brick-foot brick-foot foot foot-brick brick foot-brick bricks, brickly! An eagle? You thought you saw an eagle?! As brick as my chicken-foot on a brick street. In fact, as much as your brick chicken-foot on Chickenbrick Street's brick street's brick foot is a chicken foot-brick on Chickenbrick Street's brick street's chicken foot! That eagle, or frog, or tortoise you saw crossing the street was no more a figment of your imagination than my brick-feet bricking bricks on chickens! Chickens? You asked about chickens? Well, how am I supposed to know? Was I there to witness said chickenbrick chicken chicken Chickenbrick Street? Was there even once a chicken chickening Chickenbrick Street? Or even Chickenbrick Street? That wasn't the question? What was the question?

A nugget of golden yokes there Xelebes