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    WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?

    Plato: For the greater good.

    Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.

    Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.

    Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.

    Oliver North: National Security was at stake.

    B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.

    Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.

    Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

    Aristotle: To actualize its potential.

    Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken- nature.

    Salvador Dali: The Fish.

    Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.

    Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.

    Epicurus: For fun.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.

    Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

    Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored) reason.

    Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?

    Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.

    Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

    Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.

    Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.

    Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.

    Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter)

    Hamlet: That is not the question.
    Outside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to read

    #2
    Why Did The Chicken....

    Go, Sigmund!!!!

    :H :H :H :H

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      #3
      Why Did The Chicken....

      And I thought it just wanted to get to the other side of the road.

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        #4
        Why Did The Chicken....

        " Because of the red suspenders" Ha! Wait a min., that's the one about the Fireman.....Ha!
        ?Be who you are and say what you feel because
        those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.?
        Dr. Seuss

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