Remember the myth of the goddess Eos and her mortal husband Tithonus. She asked he be granted immortality but forgot to include eternal youth. He thus withered as the years passed, and eventually transformed into a cicada. Tennyson wrote a poem of his imagined lament:
Ida No almost 2 years ago
Moral: “Lame-butt epitaphs FTW.”
PraiseofFolly almost 2 years ago
Whoa there, chicken! No cause for celebration!
Remember the myth of the goddess Eos and her mortal husband Tithonus. She asked he be granted immortality but forgot to include eternal youth. He thus withered as the years passed, and eventually transformed into a cicada. Tennyson wrote a poem of his imagined lament:
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes; I wither slowly in thine arms.
SHIVA almost 2 years ago
Hey, is that scrambled eggs on his plate??!!
Zebrastripes almost 2 years ago
And that chicken was clucking lucky!
ladykat almost 2 years ago
LOL!
Sir Isaac almost 2 years ago
“Dead Like Me”
kartis almost 2 years ago
Aw. The one chicken that never got to the other side.
Indianapolis Smith almost 2 years ago
I read about that chicken. They cut off it’s head, and it kept going and going!
The Duke almost 2 years ago
Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
tims145 almost 2 years ago
If there’s Death, the Death of Rats, then it only stands to reason that there must be a Death of Chickens. Pretty busy guy, I expect.
T... almost 2 years ago
I don’t think so, I got that one at KFC…
Frank Burns Eats Worms almost 2 years ago
He’s running around like a chicken with his head still on.
lawguy05 almost 2 years ago
Lucky clucker!