THANK GOD IT'S FANCY CHICKEN FRIDAY!!

Oh my gawd! Look at the comb on her!

U. D. Mann:

On HIM! HIM, you fool! My God people, don't you know your chickens??!

This is one hell of a fine chicken. I already messed my pants.

For God's sake! Cover up those perversely posing sheep or the New Zealand government will have you shut down for purveying animal pornography!

Wait a minute! I thought it was Fancy CHICKEN Friday. Are you telling me that this is a picture of a cock?

The Inquisition will permit a round of chuckling followed by a good hearty laugh due to the humourous pun present. Any other forms of enjoyment that exceed these specifications (you do not need to meet the specifications) will be considered an Act of Heresy.
Which reminds me....there is more than one chicken in that picture, it is a relatively normal looking chicken, and its not all that angry. A bit ticked that he has to share a photo with friends, but otherwise he is relatively calm.

This cock is entirely to rigid. The cock should loosen up a bit, you know, let it all hang out. I feel this cock has never known love before. Aussie, why don't you go grab your gloves and show it a good time. Austrailians are the ones that have sex with animals right? Or is that Rix, I'm thinking of? I bet Rix would like this cock.

This site is really funny, after 6 Tom Collins's's's'
But, spelling sin't.

But seriously (that's canadian for seriosly) (and that's funny!), that is funny. The _chicken_ that is. I think it really is a chicken, who is fed up with playing the typical female role and bowing down to the big cock.
a few buc's for a comb, and whalla!

All you guys are such fucking perverts going off like that half cocked and all. I hate to see the Inquisition when it is fully cocked and ready to spew all their minions looking for the right mind to make their home in.

If you study the picture carefully, the sheep kinda have their eyes on the birds. You have heard of sheep-dogs, now soon their will be sheep-cocks (or perhaps hen pecked sheep).

Also may I note, doesn't that chicken have quite a pecker? It must go through a lot of bird seed if you know what I mean.

Norm, should the Inquisition be going off fully cocked, I'd recommend you find yourself a few guns and make sure THEY are cocked. We only go into overdrive when Hell is on the doorstep.
On a less serious note, this constant fascination with the word 'cock' could be believed by some to be a morbid (well, maybe morbid isn't the best choice of words...) fascination with chickens. I mean c'mon people. There ARE other acceptable meats such as beef, pork, and fish. Not to mention caribou, deer, rabbit, squirrel, and especially sloth. Quite tender them sloths. Must be from not doing anything their entire life.
Right then,
carry on.

Since chickens are a prime source of meat in our society, you should never use a 2x4 to kill a chicken in order to prepare it for the dinner table. If you do you will be beating your meat. Just ask aussie boy, he knows about these things.

Droll, Norm O. Very droll ...

A question for you, me old refried bean. After you eat a cock, do you follow with a swallow?

Dear aussie boy,

All I can say is that your girl friend or wife must be insane. Yes you heard me, she is INSANE!!! Also, you are probably having sex with her even as you read this message (you pervert you). So you, assuie boy, are fucking insane!!!

Just so you don't feel bad, I'm fucking stupid. Though, I really feel sorry for those who are fucking idiots (they never seem to learn anything).

My parents farm has a rooster just like that, except he lost most of his comb and a toe or two to frostbite. The experience scarred him: Now he crows starting at about 2 am rather than the traditional dawn. We call him Siegfried.

We have two roosters. Both of them are nothing like the one in this picture. Both of them are nothing like the sheep in this picture, either. They start crowing at 5 a.m. -- our roosters, not the sheep in this picture -- but I only know they start crowing that early because I've been up very early every day this week so I could go and help the fencing contractor who's been working on the farm. His name is Little Joe. The youngest rooster, that is ... The other rooster doesn't have a name. The fencing contractor's name is Gary. My name isn't.

Mumma, is it time for the little yellow pill yet?

Wait, so, Gary is your fence's name? Why would anyone name their fence, that's just stupid.

Also thanks for the AWESOME story JImmy McSpoon. It was a real pillow, er, nail biter.

The Inquisition will not tolerate anything less than half cockedness. There will be no going off one quarter cocked. or seven fifty thirdss cocked. The punishment shall be death!

Nick, that out of your jurisdiction to determine what is and isn't heresy. Thats why I am here. I kill the heretics, you kill the daemons. Simple as that.

Of course. One thousand apologies. The merriment of wonton killing clouded my judgement. Rest assured that I will redouble my efforts on the extermination of daemons.

Do you kill a wonton by drowning it in soy sauce?

Uh, yeah. You know, I think I might've meant wanton. But I was hungry when I wrote that. I had to get my dumpling on.

That Is A Fancy Cock. It Should Have Been A Fancy Chicken, And It Is Not Friday Anymore. OK, I Think I Have Posted Enough Comments For This Post, Since I Have Posted 22 Times On This Page Already.

1st post!

Mr. Ima Idiott, PhD. Your blatant attempt to earn yourself an accusation of heresy (and thus earn an execution) has not gone unnoticed. You will promptly be segregated to duty as a mall cop, where you will be forced to deal with people on a constant basis. Also, your life span will be extended through chemical rejuvination processes to an unnatural and unhealthy length to prolong your suffering of having to be alive.

And you thought all we did was kill people. We kill the ones that want to live, and let live the ones that want to die.
Carry on.

Dear Laemkral,

You forgot to add the lobotomy therapy which limits the recipient to two phrases. Those phrases are "Can I touch that?" and "What do you mean by that?"

Norm, while we at the Inquisition like to think that we have a sense of humor, the truth is....most of us (myself included) killed our sense of humor at one point in time. I did mine in when I was 2, and I used an axe.
To ensure proper fulfillment of his duties as a mall cop, Ima will actually be forced to have additional brain added in to provide the necessary level of intelligence required to interact with people properly. It's also cheaper than "inspiring" him by hiring someone to hold a gun to his head all day.
However, if YOU want to undergo the lobotomy....

Dear Laemkral,

What do you mean by that?

Just saying...I have influence, so if you want it at no charge....
Um, carry on....

Dear Laemkral,

Can I touch that?

Hooray! Chemical rejuvination! My fave rave!

Ima

Um, have you seen any Daemons, lately? I seem to be running low. I have the urge to kill and yet if I "accidentally" kill a Heretic or an Alien then I am overstepping my boundries. Space Marine Archibald and I grow tired of constantly beating Servitor #151854b and The guy who works at Dairy Queen just down the road at Cranium©. Although it is a lovely game. We crave blood, dammit!