Communal Graffiti

So, I come home from work and parked outside my house, I see this truck with chickens in the back:



I figure it belongs to the neighbor next door and I shrug it off. But I snap a flick since it's kinda odd in the middle of a Seattle Summer.

The next day, I'm working at my computer--It's my day off, so I'm just lazing about--and suddenly there's a knock on the door.
This is strange because people don't just drop by uninvited to my house.
I'm shocked, so I just go and answer the door without bothering to put a shirt on or fix my hair.

On my porch is this lady all dressed up like a park ranger, hat and all, with a badge that says she's from animal control.
"I'm here about your chickens." She says.
I temporarily forget that I saw the chickens the day before and I'm so confused I just say, "What...chickens?" in my most innocent sounding voice. I suddenly realize that I'm standing there looking like a typical white trash chicken housing lunatic, with my plaid boxers sticking out of my pants and no shirt on to cover my pasty white boy chest. My hair looks like the lead singer of Flock of Seagulls in the height of a cocaine binge. And I'm trying to play off like I don't know anything about chickens. I start to fumble with the door knob and look back into my house and I get the strange sense that she thinks I'm hiding something.
"Oh, wait, those chickens," I remember. "Those aren't mine. I think they belong to my neighbor next door. I saw them in their truck yesterday."
"Your neighbor said they were your chickens." she retorts.
"Ah," I'm sure I look totally mystified as I am really not quite certain what to say next. "um...I don't own a truck." My hand instinctively goes to my head for a scratch--I'm hoping to get across the international sign for, "I'm confused" so she will take her accusatory look away.
"Well, we had someone phone in a complaint and we were concerned because it sounded like they were being kept in a small container and were left in the afternoon sun."
"Right, that's how it looked to me..."
A bit of a silence.
"Well, let us know if you see them again." She hands me her card and I thank her.
"Sure, yeah...will do."
I don't think she ever realized that I was innocent.

plaid shorts are so in

hahahahahaha....thats hilarious. imma tell my best friend that one when she wakes up. We have quite a collection of bird and fowl stories gathered, and im sure she will find pleasure in this one.

That has to be made into a flash cartoon.

i dont get it. I really dont get it. I dont know whats funny about that.
I would just shut the doors and go watch TV or something

hahahahahahaha....

you dont think its funny that Root almost got arrested for being a white trash chicken abuser?

i think the best lines were,"Oh, wait, those chickens," and "Well, we had someone phone in a complaint and we were concerned because it sounded like they were being kept in a small container and were left in the afternoon sun."
"Right, that's how it looked to me..."

oh, and the part where his crazy fried chicken loving neighbor tried to blame it on him....yea, that was classic too...

i get english humour, but i guess i dont get american ...

so, i think the funniest thing i ever experienced involved a dog. i am otting it here becaus ei think dogs and chickens are related in a sense that they are animals but not humans. and they are both edible in some parts of the world...
anyway...no one i tellt his story to ever likes it, so dont act like you do if you dont....

so, when i first started my job a long long time ago, i worked (editing photos) in my bosses basement. my boss had a son, who wa slike 2 years younger than me...but more importantly, a husky named Bingo.... anyway, it was like my 3rd day at work, and Bingo had a baseball sized vesicle of puss oozing on his back. it was bad... there were blood and drips and it smelled like a rotting coyote,,,I was like "hay, has Bingo been to the vet?" My bosses son said, "Why?"

it was the funniest thing ever to me. i could not stop laughing...seriously...this welt was oooooooooooozing nast and he asked "why?"

anyway, it got taken care of. the dog is fine but he still smells pretty bad and runs away a lot

hahaha, i think its a little funny :p

hahahahhaaha



i didn't find the story that funny either. it was probaly one of those " had to be there " deals. it was a good story though, don't get me wrong.

oh, and on the english humor tip, HOT FUZZ is the shit.