Word: chickening
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...flushing toilet b) a stylist c) an inbred son d) wondered which general made the general's chicken...
Tracy told me I could join them on their first action: a supermarket raid for which I'd wear a giant chicken suit and label chicken products with stickers that read WARNING: THIS PACKAGE CONTAINS THE DECOMPOSING CORPSE OF A SMALL TORTURED BIRD. When I asked her about the possibility of getting arrested, she said, "For people who work hard, jail offers a nice time just to relax." I told Tracy that things were probably a little different in the men's jail than in the women's. "When you're in jail, it's good to remember that there...
Last Tuesday I met the Commando Chicks outside the Acme in Wilmington, Del., the heart of chicken-raising country. As we approached the store, the manager came out to accuse us of trespassing and block our entrance. The women snuck in the exit, and when the manager went to chase them, I walked in. By the time I got to the chicken section, there were quite a number of customers gathered around. I delivered my lines--"Stay away from the birds!" and "Give a cluck!"--to which one woman yelled, "I'm going to have myself a nice, juicy chicken...
That's when the police came and asked us to leave. I left. The women, however, continued to sticker the chicken. Waddling toward the exit, I grabbed a bottle of water from the shelves, thinking three things: 1) I sure am thirsty in this burning-hot chicken outfit, 2) it would be funny to stand in line in a chicken outfit, and 3) if they serve me as a customer, it's no longer trespassing. I know this isn't Brandeis-level legal thought, but I was wearing a giant chicken outfit at the time. Those judicial robes are free...
Unfortunately, owing to the vision limitations of the chicken head, I picked a very long line. Eventually my three half-naked friends and Officer Pigford joined me while I waited for a woman to use both coupons and a check to buy her groceries. It was eerily quiet until a baby looked at me and started to cry. After I finally reached into my chicken pants and paid for the water, we were met by three more officers outside. They took Polaroids of us, including one with my chicken head on, and let us go. As we parted, I looked...