My first foray into Atlantic City kicks off in about 8 hours, and I’ll be without access to email or my precious blog for a couple of days. Whether I’m in an important business meeting, writing an addendum to our proposal or getting slapped around in the back room of a casino – I’ll be thinking about each and every one of you.
So go on without me, dear readers, and I’ll see you on the flipside.
Drive fast. Take chances.
Dave, please put a dollar down on red 5 on the roulette table for me. We can split the winnings…
The Chicken Man comment made me think of The Robot Chicken on Adult Swim – 11:30 pm Sundays. What is it exactly… What is this Robot Chicken – why did a scientist find the need to invent a Robot Chicken, and why am I so fascinated with a Robot Chicken. Plus I have never seen the fucking thing – if anything I am scared to death of a Robot Chicken for many reasons – if said robot chicken is built more like a terminator robot chicken.
One – The Napoleanic Dynamitis complex – Fear of Large Talons. If you have ever crossed a rooster you know what I mean – mean fuckers… I watched my best friends dad beat one to death with a baseball bat and the thing just wouldn’t die – he kept attacking my buddy’s gay ass brother.
Two – Chickens are dumb and will eat anything you throw on the ground even if it is a rock – they just gobble it up (chicken heads).
Three – like sea gulls and pigeons (geese almost fall into this category) – They shit everywhere and on everything. Hence – being called a shit bird really isn’t a term of endearment.