Sunday Dinner
What’s Cooking?
A chicken was crossing the road. It was going to the other side. Suddenly, a speeding car appeared. The chicken stopped in the middle of it’s crossing. The car continued speeding.
The chicken attempted flight. Feathers littered the car’s hood. This was the chicken'x last flight.
Could you plead pass the gravy?
My first and only attempt for this so not me challenge. Thanks for reading.
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Moe Radosevich
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Comments (7)
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Oh no, poor chicken 🥺 He went to the other side but it wasn't the other side that he was intending to go to 🤣
Lol. Poor little clucker.
LOL, I'm having chicken for supper tonight. :)
Well done, buddy! Spatchcock the beast!
Well now I'm hungry for chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, lol. Short and sweet, I liked it!!
Eggselent!!!💖💖💕