AHHHHHH!


"All right, punk," I said, "we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way."

"What's the hard way?" asked the squirming chicken.

"Well, first I'll make you clean the grode off my toilet with your tongue, and then I'll force feed you some asparagus, and then I'll shoot you."

"Uhm, well what's the easy way?"

"I shoot you now, and then turn your head into a back scratcher."

Just then the wuss of a chicken started to cry.

"I'M SORRY!!" It wailed. "I GREW UP ON THE STREETS! MY MOTHER TRIED TO ROLL ME OFF A BUILDING WHEN I WAS STILL AN EGG! I LOVE RICHARD SIMMONS! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!"

This was more than I could take. "Oh man," I said. "I can't stand to see anyone cry. Especially something as butt ugly as you." Okay, relax, chicken. I won't kill you.


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