Reality Check by Dave Whamond for August 14, 2019

Hey, you, put a funnel on that neck or he spilled the drink.

I told him to look out for geeks bearing gifts (and barbeque sauce).

Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk!

Actually saw a chicken with its head cut off running around at my grandparents farm. Ran around in a rough circle about twice then dropped.

So why did you cross the road?

Chickens bawk, pitchers balk.

…can’t think…can’t talk…can’t drink…..

I guess it’s 5 O’Cluck somewhere.

And that is when the chicken heart began to grow!

I have vivid memories of the chickens spurting a little blood while doing headless circles…but, oh, so good on the plate!

Putting food on a farm table is not for the squeamish.. The squeamish need to get their food from the likes of Safeway.. neatly packaged.

Eat more chikin heads.

Ralph won’t let me post the comment I had in mind.

And the part that was cut off is running around like a head with its chicken cut off…

It shows.

You’d think it would sound more like a terminal smoker with no pharynx last breath through the hole in their throat.

His name is Mike and he’s from Fruita.

Poor guy! After such a hard day, he just needs a little pluck me up.

Like a chicken with his head up his, uh, botzel?