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To: StockChicken who wrote (25490)	9/10/1998 11:35:00 PM
From: StockChicken	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 50264

BAWK.... Top Ten Signs you wish you were the StockChicken. 10. Every time you sneeze, you find feathers in your tissue. 9. You wear an egg timer on your wrist 8. Whenever a waiter asks you how you like your eggs, you say, "laid." 7. You have an irresistible urge to peck at things. 6. You have recurring nightmares about a stocky, white-haired gentleman with a goatee and a white suit saying, "lick my finger, go ahead, lick my finger". 5. You purposely flunk all your tests just so you can see the big red zero on the top of your paper. 4. You have a pathological phobia of the letters C, F, and K when they are arranged in a specific order. 3. You wake up at 4.30 am, with your arms flapping, and then you burp very long and very loudly. 2. People call your handwriting chicken scratching. 1. Your pay is chicken feed.

To: StockChicken who wrote (25490)	9/10/1998 11:39:00 PM
From: StockChicken	Respond to of 50264

BAWK.... Chicken Feed Asked why his chickens were exploding Farmer Dodge told a reporter He thought it had something to do With that new feed he bought. "They eat that stuff and get round and fat, so fat they just blow up." This is the exploding chicken ranch. People come from all around the world To watch chickens explode. Don't make much of a ruckus Most any other time. But come afternoon one Of them will pop. Sure enough. So why do you suppose That interests folks? They like weird stuff, They enjoy violence, I suppose. They live maybe that real quiet life And wish maybe They could explode sometime. Maybe they see something In the blood and feathers When the bird swells And bursts like that. They see God maybe. Or Elvis. Could be. All that blood and gore Shock you. Them bones fly out pretty quick And show you things you never seen. Mostly folks come to hear That awful ominous burst. Somebody say it's like a hand grenade When two of them Go off together. You hear a chicken explode You better cover your ears. It ain't nothing to take lightly. Burst your eardrums, Scare your soul clean out of your body When that noise come round. Slap your face and grab you Like it know you. What you suppose it means? They study it. They record it At the college. They listen. They say it means Maybe chickens don't know much. But you hear it And you suspect chickens know plenty. That's the sound of the truth. And who listens nowadays, anyway. And when people do hear Something you bet they don't Want to hear a chicken explode. But they do. They come round. Tickets all sold out for last week. Five dollars for the matinee. (Earplugs two bits.) Come on and listen to them Chickens blow up, America. What makes it terrible Is that eerie clucking sound the chickens make right before they pop Like a ghost coming straight for you. Makes you feel funny, strange. Make you think. And you know For the first time you scared Of everything in this world, And you don't even know Why you was born. BAWK....