Lit answers to that age old question...

The former, I think.

SW is known for his "antennae", which he directs to send out positive/healing energy to those in need.

For those who are ill, undergoing surgery, or otherwise needing prayer, good vibes, emotional/moral support, etc., etc., I have an antenna farm with named antennae aimed at those folks, beaming good vibes and happy thoughts at each of them. It's become sort of a running gag with a serious basis: I do try to keep the good vibes flowing toward any and all who may benefit in the slightest bit from them.
Ahh, I missed that. Thanks.
 
Reading this was a good start to the afternoon! Thanks, Keroin!

FM said:
Do me, do me!!

Then do me!

Twice!






...and maybe do a line about me too. ;)
 
Perhaps the chicken was simply topping the domly road from below. Crossing the road, in this case, was done in hope of receiving a desired spanking in or around the egghole.
 
*snort*

Brava.

Extra internets for the two MisterSir entries. Spot on.


And, yeah, I really have had some Benthamesque mathematical ethics annotation on the brain lately.
 
What? No angry protestations? No "How could you, Keroin?! I am not like that at all!!"

Yeesh, what does a girl have to do to get rocks thrown at her these days?





:) Glad everyone got a smile. Another gumball rolls from the cranium. :rolleyes:


(MisterSir - I am glad you are happy, BTW)
 
You, with your fowl humors. Yuck it up. I dressed up in those feathers for you; told you I was free-range and organically fed, like you said you wanted. I asked you to take my hand and lead me across the road of passion. And now.

Your "jests" are talons, ripping our collective beating hearts from our chests, covering them with plastic wrap and slapping "SALE" labels on them.

You pitiless factory-farming chicken industry scum.

Do more. They're funny.
 
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LOL!

*throwing shoes at Keroin*
sorry, not rocks but they are Hubby's shoes ... they are huge! ;)

:rose:


And for the record: shoes are worth walking across any road to get them. *nod*
 
Stop assuming every chicken is straight, please. Queer chickens cross roads too-- for reasons of their own.
 
Stop assuming every chicken is straight, please. Queer chickens cross roads too-- for reasons of their own.

;) This is true, and let's not forget the gender queer chickens as well.

My question is: How did the chicken feel about crossing the road to begin with? Was it safe? Was it a consensual road-crossing? Are there adequate support services for the chicken when it gets to the other side?
 
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