my possible answers:

-to warn the cows that a car is coming.
-it was suicidal.
-to make one small step for fowl, and one giant leap for fowlkind.
-it was running away from Colonel Sanders


what do you think?

I think ur Bored

because the sky was falling! the sky was falling!

Cuz I was standing there with some hot sauce

because it's fly !

Because it got out of it's coop, and chickens aren't really aware of the dangers of cars. It was just wanderin'.

So she could beat that roosters ass for stealing her top!

Why did the pervert cross the road?

Nothinbutjoy said:

To catch the Chicken!

Steadwood said:

No

Nothinbutjoy said:

Really?

Then Chicken was chasing the pervert?


oh wait!... The Chicken WAS a pervert

Steadwood said:

I think this one's a metaphor for how we live our lives and how the decisions we make shape our lives. The "pervert" represents the negative aspects of our soul and the "crossing the road" could be viewed as when Jesus crossed the Red Sea and how this act cleansed all our souls and made us pure. So the "joke" really is about letting Jesus into your heart and stuff.

mcmeekle said:

Jesus was a Chicken?

Steadwood said:

Wrong Forum!

Steadwood said:

I think it refers to this joke, although it may be the one about the Nun and the Bishop and the bag of grapes.

mcmeekle said:

Profound but no....


Why did the pervert cross the road?

Because his dick was caught in the chicken.

Nothinbutjoy said:

Poor Jesus

Steadwood said:

Poor Jesus indeed....

Nothinbutjoy said:

Nothinbutjoy said:

Well, I was close!

InsatiableCream said:

-The grass was greener on the other side.
-Without his glasses he thought he saw a fox; it turned out to be a dog.
-The sign just said "Don't walk", he only waddles .
-He thought he was Superchicken.
-He actually didn't, he was super chicken.
-Crossing the road was a mistaken assumption, he actually crossed his heart.

'Cause his feathers were ruffled and tarred. So he needed a way to avoid becoming dead meat in Death Valley, Arizona. He split like roadrunner whenever the coyotes would howl. He had seen David Caresh. Caresh appointed him as the Protein Fiend and the next thing you know, he was in The District of Columbia. He went to The Chocolate City Coup Club in Rural Washington where all the naked hens were running around prancing their rare, raw hides.

He met up with this cute potential chicken pot pie. She gave him a lapdance in one of the compartmentalized V.I.P (Very Important Predator/Prey) Spot. They decided to go back to her baccalaureate pad. But first, they stopped at The Farmhouse County Convenience Hut. The Chicken picked up some vegetable oil, a carton of empty egg shells, a Red Bull (What can I say? It even gives a chicken wings for extra flight.), and some saran wrap. They finally went back to The Hen's Livestock Pad to get some dually noted, duplicated flesh, self-imposed slaughterhouse action going on.

Needless to say, The Chicken was knocking her crow's feet off the Nest Hedge. He said he likes it rough, so the Hen choked The Chicken and Fed him his gizzard. What a happy ending it was when, come to find out, The Hen revealed itself as a Transsexual Chicken Hawk after asphyxiating The Framed Feathered Fellow. The Hen whacked The Cock. Now I know what you're thinking, was she/he/it involved with The Barn Butcher Mob? Who gives a fuck? Why wasn't there any foreplay? Who needs that when you've got "FOWL PLAY!!!" Now that was grimy.
[Edited 7/3/08 17:31pm]

This guy walks into the doctors office and says "Doctor how do I get rid of my bad breath?" The doctor says, "well u can either stop biting ur nails or stop scratching ur ass."