It's going to be Chickageddon! Fowl times are upon us.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Spelling error in our dept's monthly report - chicken coup. Oops.
"I told you they was organized." < /Chicken Run>
It's the hen of times!
We're all clucked!
We must egg for mercy!
If I ask a friend if he's heard any job news yet, and he responds, "No, I was hoping on [school name] as my last chance," and the school that he names is the one where he knows I'm a finalist, is there a good way for me to respond?
Whatfeather should we do?
[That's chicken coup related, not a recommendation for Hil]
We must fight to maintain our place in the pecking order.
If the chickens win the future will be beak.
Gud, your comments are fowl.