Friday, December 2, 2011

Sock Monkey Surveys Return

Just when you thought it was safe to read z'chicken....I bring to you, once again, the sock monkey, I mean, Survey Monkey, surveys from last year!  So, if you like to take surveys that help guide business decisions, try this one:

If you are, however, more of the cute chicken-type who prefers nonsensical whimsy and doesn't give a damn about business decisions, then this little diddy may be more your tune:

Thanks for playing!
z'very business-oriented, serious-minded....uh....chicken



(PS-Please do not tell Kookaburra or my family that I am hiding out in my sock monkey survey....they would kill me, or try to make me go to holiday dinner....either way, I lose.  You know what I'm sayin'.  So, shhhhhhhhhh.  Please.  Thanks.)

Relatives - Can't Live With 'Em, Can't K- (you know)

So, I was stopping by the blog to try to get some peace, since my relatives came to visit and took over at the coop, but apparently, my "Aunty" has taken up residence here now, too, and left the following message (see below).  Will the holiday season never cease?  It's like, if havin' at home isn't bad enough, then there's the whole "Hey, I've got an embarrassing story about so-and-so....wanna hear it?"

God, I hate the holidays.

"Heya Z'BigChicky,

Thanks for relenting to obligation and letting your Aunty have a room in your coop this holiday season. Now would you be a dwarling and stop reading this and let me have a few words in private with your visitors?

Z'BigC had a female visitor over yesterday. She seemed like a real nice egg, good round head on her round shoulders, curves in all the right places and lEggs that wouldn't quit. I went to my room to give them some privacy but I couldn't help but overhear Z using all sorts of corny lines trying to get her into the hay. I must have dosed off because I was startled awake by a loud squawk. I got up a went to investigate. The door to Z's bedroom was ajar so naturally I had to look in and see if everything was OK. Z'BigC looked fine, laying back with his head propped on his wings. Very contented looking I would say. But laying next to him the egg appeared very frustrated. After a few moments of awkward silence she finally turned to Z'Chicken and said, "Well, I guess we finally answered that question!"

Just a few words to all you wise eggs out there,


Ohhh, heyyyy, hate bugs, right?  Well, why don't we just mosey on over to  New Zealand for the holidays, and I'll let you hold the giant weta.  It'll be fun!