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| So why did the chicken cross the road? |
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| Roseanne: Urrrrrp. What chicken? George Bush: To face a kinder, gentler thousand points of headlights. Julius Caesar: To come, to see, to conquer. Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature. Moses: Know ye that it is unclean to eat the chicken that has crossed the road, and that the chicken that crosseth the road doth so for its own preservation. 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. Bob Dylan: How many roads must one chicken cross? Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it. Robert Frost: To cross the road less traveled by. Zsa Zsa Gabor: It probably crossed to get a better look at my legs, which, thank goodness, are good, dahling. Gilligan: The traffic started getting rough; the chicken had to cross. If not for the plumage of its peerless tail the chicken would be lost, the chicken would be lost! Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain. Saddam Hussein: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it. Martin Luther King: It had a dream. James Tiberius Kirk: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before. Stan Laurel: I'm sorry, Ollie. It escaped when I opened the run. Groucho Marx: Chicken? What's all this talk about chicken? Why, I had an uncle who thought he was a chicken. My aunt almost divorced him, but we needed the eggs. Karl Marx: To escape the bourgeois middle-class struggle. Sir Isaac Newton: Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest. Chickens in motion tend to cross the road. Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored) reason. Thomas Paine: Out of common sense. Ronald Reagan: I forget. Mr. T: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too! Dylan Thomas: To not go (sic) gentle into that good night. Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life. Mae West: I invited it to come up and see me sometime. Walt Whitman: To cluck the song of itself. Molly Yard: It was a hen! Ayn Rand: It was crossing the road because of its own rational choice to do so. There cannot be a collective unconscious; desires are unique to each individual. Molly Bloom: the chicken crossed the road well Poldy I dont know why why do you worry about such stupid bloody things O speaking of stupid bloody things here it comes again damn it its only been three weeks I wonder is there something wrong with me yes The Sphinx: You tell me. Kindergarten Teacher: To get to the other side. Plato: For the greater good of man. Aristotle: It is the nature of chickens to cross roads. |