Okay, so I just read this entry on TomatoNation. You have to read it. No, now. Go read it. It is hysterical. I wanted to burst into insanely loud laughter, but couldn't, because I'm at work and I really should be, you know, working, not playing on amusing websites. Anyway, it involves chickens and a chicken story, which means I have to share with you my father's chicken story. Though I recommend getting him to tell it himself, because as he goes on, he starts laughing, then gets slightly hysterical and has to work to get it out, and it's very amusing. Okay, so my dad lived in New Jersey, and when he was in high school, he lived in a neighborhood with his friends John and Dick (Dick later married my father's sister, then they got divorced; he's now my ex-uncle, but that isn't important). Down the street from them lived these two girls, sisters, that they went to school with. Apparently these girls were real snobs, and my dad and his friends didn't like them at all. So my dad, John, and Dick one day see a bunch of chickens around (I'm not sure whether they were just on the street, or what). They gather up the chickens and lock them into the girls' car. The chickens remain in the car overnight. The next day, the two girls go out to the car and find the car filled with chickens...and everything that go with chickens in a confined space. So they totally flip, and their boyfriends are with them, and the girls completely chew out their boyfriends. And there's my dad, John, and Dick, up the street, watching and laughing themselves silly. It's better when my dad tells it. And whenever he does, I always get this mental image of my dad and his two friends hiding in bushes, watching the girls. It makes for a fun visual. Anyway.
Posted by Barb at February 5, 2002 03:50 PM | TrackBack