Why is it that one of brood goes missing everytime that axe appears outside dear old Mr. Claytons shed?! I suspect that he's taking us to a big surprise party one by one. Oh golly, I do prey to the mighty Big Bird that there will be bowls full of seed and lots of hens in need of having their eggs fertilised at this party.
I'm just not sure how that funny old axe fits in to all of this.
OH GOD! YOU ARE SO STUPID!! XD
This is pretty much why we foxes hunt you.
I mean come on! Lets look at the physical properties of an axe.
Axe's are sharp, axe's are heavy, perfect for cleaving meat from bone, head from shoulders.
And why do we foxes eat chickens?
Because they are delicious. very.... delicious....
But the point is, if we scavengers, who aren't particularily too picky risk life and limb to gorge on your kin, imagine how tasty you are to humans.
He has a point. I'm grilling chicken legs right now. It's no offense, it's just good cuisine.
Mr. Fawful, why do you break my heart so? First I discover that you are friends with both The Orange Cad and myself. And then, this. Well, you and the black-socked one have fun swanning off in merriment. I I'm terribly sorry Mr. Fawful but I have no recourse but to remove you as my trusted and loyal friend.
I had mistakenly thought that you had taken me in, under your giant, magnificent wing but I shant be treated as a birdbrain. Sorry.
Mr. Fawful, why do you break my heart so? First I discover that you are friends with both The Orange Cad and myself. And then, this. Well, you and the black-socked one have fun swanning off in merriment. I I'm terribly sorry Mr. Fawful but I have no recourse but to remove you as my trusted and loyal friend.
I had mistakenly thought that you had taken me in, under your giant, magnificent wing but I shant be treated as a birdbrain. Sorry.
Mr. Fawful, why do you break my heart so? First I discover that you are friends with both The Orange Cad and myself. And then, this. Well, you and the black-socked one have fun swanning off in merriment. I I'm terribly sorry Mr. Fawful but I have no recourse but to remove you as my trusted and loyal friend.
I had mistakenly thought that you had taken me in, under your giant, magnificent wing but I shant be treated as a birdbrain. Sorry.
Bah. I'm a neutral man. I take no sides. I didn't know you were asking me to choose. I'd eat fox too if I had some.
I will lick the first person's ear who can guess where I left my debit card.
Debit? Card? Is that similar to a seed account? I saw Mr. Clayton lose something once, he checked under a sofa seat but found it in his buttock pocket flap, is that what it's called? Did you check there?
I don't ride the bus, but I don't know where it's at.
Have you tried digging the yard?
I hid a nice half-eaten drumstick the other day, but then I lost it.
The missus suggested I burried it in the back yard, and lo and behold it was there.
(I love the missus, she's so smart. Shame her paws not all too great these days (she stepped on a tack), else we'd go on a good bin-run)
Debit? Card? Is that similar to a seed account? I saw Mr. Clayton lose something once, he checked under a sofa seat but found it in his buttock pocket flap, is that what it's called? Did you check there?
Is it true Mr Clayton is a hands on boss with his farm hands.
You know, its one of those rare days where I'm fully shaved and have a haircut.
I guess when one spends most of their days at home, one has little motivation to maintain their appearance.
I'm guessing you didn't mean to say that out loud.
Wrong. It was completely intentional; similar to how male peacocks use their brightly colored feathers to gain the female's attention, coolguy uses compliments to gain Fawful's attention.
Wrong. It was completely intentional; similar to how male peacocks use their brightly colored feathers to gain the female's attention, coolguy uses compliments to gain Fawful's attention.
It's facinating, really.
I agree, and hopefully we will be treated to the illusive mating dance of the Secret Fawful.
Is it true Mr Clayton is a hands on boss with his farm hands.
Well, I really don't care to gossip, especially about sweet, kind old Mr. Clayton but since you asked..
'Tis true that on occasion Mr. Clayton's wonderous farm hands have strayed away from Bessie's pert, ripe udders and made their way to Ms Rosie from the local store. There was another incident but I shant discuss that. Poor, whooly Dolly. We can still hear the baaahhhing at night.
Man I love chinese.
Just ate some Sweet 'n' Sour chicken balls.
With some special fried rice and chicken curry.
Mmmmm.... delicious!
Hmm, I think I'm catching on to your human ways. You're trying to goat me into become flustered. Well, it shant work. In actuality, it is I who shall ruffle your feathers! Yes indeed..
Mmm, I am eating extra crispy, Sweet 'n' Sour human balls.
With special fried, uh, human hair. Yes.
MMMmmmmm.... See how I savour this tasty, succulent dish of huma...
Oh, drats! Blast it all. In the name of Big Bird himself, I just can't maintain this ingenious ruse of mine. I've put myself of eating my seed now. Wait, did Mr. Clayton's rusty bin just growl...
Hmm, I think I'm catching on to your human ways. You're trying to goat me into become flustered. Well, it shant work. In actuality, it is I who shall ruffle your feathers! Yes indeed..
Mmm, I am eating extra crispy, Sweet 'n' Sour human balls.
With special fried, uh, human hair. Yes.
MMMmmmmm.... See how I savour this tasty, succulent dish of huma...
Oh, drats! Blast it all. In the name of Big Bird himself, I just can't maintain this ingenious rouse of mine. I've put myself of eating my seed now. Wait, did Mr. Clayton's rusty bin just growl...
I think you are referring to dear old Philo Pennyworth? Featherly is such a common name amongst chickens. Alas, for I do not know him personally but our brood have seen his performance in Midtown Cowboys through the window of the farmhouse, on that Tele-o-Matic box that Mr. Clayton worships nightly.
Strange that a fellow feathered one should choose such a human profession. Still, the whole flock thought his portrayal of a human landlord was simply divine. It was also nice to see the chicks chirp with laughter as Pennyworth ate that cow-patty.
But oddly enough, I did sort of fufill my own prophecy.
(only just realised it. I just randomly decided to play on Davies sudden decision to pretend to be a chicken, to act as a foil)
I said earlier I was going to trollplay, and oddly enough I was going to be a fox.
But not the fox I thought I was going to be.
Oddly enough, it seems that Davies refuses to give up still.
(Maybe he gone too far in. He has BECOME the Cockerel)
EDIT: I know what must be done now
We must all try to get Davies back to normal.
I know what must be done now
We must all try to get Davies back to normal.
I believe in you Davies.
I DO BELIEVE IN DAVIES! I DO! I DO!
I could ban Cockerel, if you think it'd help. As it is, I think I've got enough just cause to do it, between it being a dupe account and his signature.
But oddly enough, I did sort of fufill my own prophecy.
(only just realised it. I just randomly decided to play on Davies sudden decision to pretend to be a chicken, to act as a foil)
I said earlier I was going to trollplay, and oddly enough I was going to be a fox.
But not the fox I thought I was going to be.
Oddly enough, it seems that Davies refuses to give up still.
(Maybe he gone too far in. He has BECOME the Cockerel)
EDIT: I know what must be done now
We must all try to get Davies back to normal.
Here's Mr. Clayton rescuing me from my nuclear hatchery, last Christmas. I've lost a lot of weight since then so don't be calling me fat-beak or any such thing.
Davies is the only user that I know of on this forum that bolds, italizes and centers a caption underneath each picture.
Comments
OH GOD! YOU ARE SO STUPID!! XD
This is pretty much why we foxes hunt you.
I mean come on! Lets look at the physical properties of an axe.
Axe's are sharp, axe's are heavy, perfect for cleaving meat from bone, head from shoulders.
And why do we foxes eat chickens?
Because they are delicious. very.... delicious....
But the point is, if we scavengers, who aren't particularily too picky risk life and limb to gorge on your kin, imagine how tasty you are to humans.
Mr. Fawful, why do you break my heart so? First I discover that you are friends with both The Orange Cad and myself. And then, this. Well, you and the black-socked one have fun swanning off in merriment. I I'm terribly sorry Mr. Fawful but I have no recourse but to remove you as my trusted and loyal friend.
I had mistakenly thought that you had taken me in, under your giant, magnificent wing but I shant be treated as a birdbrain. Sorry.
You can be my friend if you want.
Bah. I'm a neutral man. I take no sides. I didn't know you were asking me to choose. I'd eat fox too if I had some.
On the bus?
Debit? Card? Is that similar to a seed account? I saw Mr. Clayton lose something once, he checked under a sofa seat but found it in his buttock pocket flap, is that what it's called? Did you check there?
Have you tried digging the yard?
I hid a nice half-eaten drumstick the other day, but then I lost it.
The missus suggested I burried it in the back yard, and lo and behold it was there.
(I love the missus, she's so smart. Shame her paws not all too great these days (she stepped on a tack), else we'd go on a good bin-run)
Is it true Mr Clayton is a hands on boss with his farm hands.
I guess when one spends most of their days at home, one has little motivation to maintain their appearance.
I'm guessing you didn't mean to say that out loud.
What! I posted that out loud! NO!
Wrong. It was completely intentional; similar to how male peacocks use their brightly colored feathers to gain the female's attention, coolguy uses compliments to gain Fawful's attention.
It's facinating, really.
I agree, and hopefully we will be treated to the illusive mating dance of the Secret Fawful.
Well, I really don't care to gossip, especially about sweet, kind old Mr. Clayton but since you asked..
'Tis true that on occasion Mr. Clayton's wonderous farm hands have strayed away from Bessie's pert, ripe udders and made their way to Ms Rosie from the local store. There was another incident but I shant discuss that. Poor, whooly Dolly. We can still hear the baaahhhing at night.
Just ate some Sweet 'n' Sour chicken balls.
With some special fried rice and chicken curry.
Mmmmm.... delicious!
Now I want to combine them. Now back to the good part LIKE A BOSS!
Hmm, I think I'm catching on to your human ways. You're trying to goat me into become flustered. Well, it shant work. In actuality, it is I who shall ruffle your feathers! Yes indeed..
Mmm, I am eating extra crispy, Sweet 'n' Sour human balls.
With special fried, uh, human hair. Yes.
MMMmmmmm.... See how I savour this tasty, succulent dish of huma...
Oh, drats! Blast it all. In the name of Big Bird himself, I just can't maintain this ingenious ruse of mine. I've put myself of eating my seed now. Wait, did Mr. Clayton's rusty bin just growl...
Man I love going to KFC.
Me too. Though they could do with cleaning the back out more.
The bins were fine, but I almost drowned in one of those pee puddles.
Ah, yes.. The Colonel's "Killing. Friendly. Chickens" eatery.
I'm very clucking sure it's a clucking good day out for the whole clucking family!
EDIT: My sincerest apologies, I don't normally fall fowl of such atrocious language.
Infact... where the heck am I?
EDIT: No-one biting huh?
Dang!
I think you are referring to dear old Philo Pennyworth? Featherly is such a common name amongst chickens. Alas, for I do not know him personally but our brood have seen his performance in Midtown Cowboys through the window of the farmhouse, on that Tele-o-Matic box that Mr. Clayton worships nightly.
Strange that a fellow feathered one should choose such a human profession. Still, the whole flock thought his portrayal of a human landlord was simply divine. It was also nice to see the chicks chirp with laughter as Pennyworth ate that cow-patty.
But oddly enough, I did sort of fufill my own prophecy.
(only just realised it. I just randomly decided to play on Davies sudden decision to pretend to be a chicken, to act as a foil)
I said earlier I was going to trollplay, and oddly enough I was going to be a fox.
But not the fox I thought I was going to be.
Oddly enough, it seems that Davies refuses to give up still.
(Maybe he gone too far in. He has BECOME the Cockerel)
EDIT: I know what must be done now
We must all try to get Davies back to normal.
I believe in you Davies.
I DO BELIEVE IN DAVIES! I DO! I DO!
OH OH OH OH OH OH O O !!!!!
OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!! BABY YOU GOT IT ALL!!!!!
I could ban Cockerel, if you think it'd help. As it is, I think I've got enough just cause to do it, between it being a dupe account and his signature.
JedEx knew somehow, and the mods knew because IP addresses don't lie.
Checking IP addresses is so complicated. I thought it was made obvious the moment he posted a picture.
Davies is the only user that I know of on this forum that bolds, italizes and centers a caption underneath each picture.
Case closed, Watson.
Bit on the bloody obvious side I thought