Every year the Chicken seems to come up with new reasons to cross the road….here’s the latest….
Q: Why did the chicken run across the road?
A: There was a car coming.
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road halfway?
A: She wanted to lay it on the line.
Q: Why did the rubber chicken cross the road?
A: She wanted to stretch her legs.
Q: Why did the Roman chicken cross the road?
A: She was afraid someone would caesar!
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: To prove to the possum it could actually be done!

M.C.Escher : That depends on which plane of reality the chicken was on at the time.
Salvador Dali : The Fish.
Werner Heisenberg : We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
L.A. Police Department : Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I’ll find out.
Grandpa : In my day, we didn’t ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken had crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.
Bill the Cat : Oops… Ack.
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road halfway?
A: She wanted to lay it on the line.
Q: Why did the rubber chicken cross the road?
A: She wanted to stretch her legs.
Q: Why did the Roman chicken cross?
A: She was afraid someone would caesar!
Q: How did the wealthy rubber chicken cross the road?
A: In her Cadillac stretch limo.
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: To prove to the possum it could actually be done!
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road twice?
A: Because it was a double-crosser
A farmer with lots of chickens posted the following sign:
“Free Chickens. Our Coop Runneth Over.”
And finally, a joke I wrote back in 1968.
“Three-Legged Chickens”

A man was driving along a freeway when he noticed a chicken running alongside his car. He was amazed to see the chicken keeping up with him, as he was doing 50 mph. He accelerated to 60, and the chicken stayed right next to him. He sped up to 75 mph, and the chicken passed him. He followed the chicken down a road and ended up at a farm. He got out of his car and saw that all the chickens had three legs. He asked the farmer, “What’s up with these chickens?” The farmer said “Well, everybody likes chicken legs, so I bred a three-legged bird. I’m going to be a millionaire.” The man asked him how they tasted. The farmer said, “Don’t know, haven’t caught one yet.”