♫ Hare Krishna
♫ Hare Krishna
♫ Krishna, Krishna
♫ Hare Hare…
‘Ching’ sounded the finger cymbals at the end of the chant. Mahavishnu Chicken closed his eyes, breathed in the incense smoke of sandalwood and chanted “Gunga galunga… Gunga, gunga-galunga”.
‘Ching-Ching” again chimed the cymbals.
Mahavishnu Chicken continued to chant with expectations of connecting to his higher power chicken, महान चिकन (actual translation to English – the Great Chicken).
He has been repeating this process daily, always with the same results… nothing.
But today, Mahavishnu Chicken suddenly and actually unexpectedly made spiritual contact. He was startled but kept is eyes shut tight. He used his spiritual ‘third eye’ to witness the event.
“Oh Great Chicken’, he muttered, “Tell me your plans for my destiny. How may I serve you?”
The Great Chicken simply starred at him, floating in the the spaces in the clouds.
“Great one, can you hear me?” … Again there was no answer.
Suddenly, The Great Chicken began to fade away. “Oh please don’t leave me, Great One. Stay and guide me! I beg you.”The Great Chicken began to pull a blanket up to Mahavishnu’s shoulders and tuck him in.
Coughing softly, The Great Chicken spoke. If you want me to stay, you need to take another Cold capsule and wash it down with the rest of that bottle of Vicks NyQuil.
Now, keep your head down on the pillow for mommy. My your fever is up and you really are sweating.”
I was just leisurely walking around my neighborhood.
“What a wonderful day,” I said out loud, enjoying the warm spring sunshine as it warmed my beak.
As I passed the house of the neighbor I don’t get along with—the one who lets his many cats roam freely—I glanced at the kids’ sandbox.
To my surprise, the usual “kitty biscuits” (the kind cats leave behind) seemed to be arranged in a message. The closer I got, the clearer it became. What a strangely artistic formation of… ah… cat turds. Then it hit me—I could read what it said! At first, I thought it was just a political statement expressing someone’s opinion… until I saw my logo decal!
I took a picture, intending to post it on social media. But given the recent “stink” over a similar (and equally innocent) incident, I decided to share it only with my loyal followers.
Before leaving, I mixed up the bio-deposits, leaving them in the sand so the kids could play undisturbed.
I wonder… did my neighbor ...
Chainsaw Chicken International, Ltd had thrown in a last minute bid to acquire the platform called #TicTok and make it a totally domestic. His entry has thrown the high-tech world into a panic,
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“How much money does this guy have?” questioned another media oligarch, #Jeff Bezos.
An aid answered with “I heard that he owns the patent on many of the items used by companies with products and items people use everyday”.
“Schedule a lunch with this guy” said #Musk. “I want to get to know him better”.
Don’t worry, New Jersey. Chainsaw Chicken is here. I’ll find out what these mysterious drones are up to.
I needed to get to my little secret. When I arrived at the plane hangers of our terminal at Chainsaw Chicken International, Ltd. I went in the back and drug out the last flying example of the famous Hiller VZ-1 Pawnee flying platform.
I ‘found’ it back of the storage hanger in 1964 when Fairchild Aircraft bought out Heller. We purchased this hanger at an auction once the acquisitions was completed. We wanted the hanger in order to store our future projects.
I filled up the reserve with Hydrogen Peroxide that I robbed from Mrs. Chicken’s hair products. The second tank I attached to an old chemical fire extinguisher. Then I lit the match.
I ascended to about 600 feet and started cruising around. I bet it wasn’t 15 mins when I spotted the whole fleet. They were circling the 10th hole at Trump’s Betminster Golf Club.
I leaned my flying platform over and headed for the ...
