I want to be some body’s dumplin’. I’m not chicken.

My family members are vegetarians, but I like mutton and chicken seekh kebabs.

No, we are building a joke.”

When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets,” Papa would say, “she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing.

Book is the best friend, have no demand, no complain

Chicken Alive

I only eat fish – no chicken, no turkey, just fish. I get all my protein from fish and egg whites.

I wonder Pa went so easy. I wonder Grampa didn’ kill nobody. Nobody never tol’ Grampa where to put his feet. An’ Ma ain’t nobody you can push aroun’ neither. I seen her beat the...

My God, he looks like he’s beating a chicken.

I had to kill and eat my pet chicken. It was dinner for one, because the night before I killed and ate my grandpa.

In Louisiana, one of the first stages of grief is eating your weight in Popeyes fried chicken. The second stage is doing the same with boudin. People have been known to swap the order. Or...

The schizophrenic in the sleeping bag with a live chicken and a can of tomato soup spilling onto the sidewalk had no right to steal my street performance.

Books allow you to take flight, unlike the chicken wings I stapled to my back before eating them.

Pork and chicken grease, the aromatics of choice for the Cajun.

I gave her a sideways bitter beer smirk, and then I ripped a whole chicken apart and threw it at the waiter and said, This place is too weird for me.

I brush my teeth with a leg of fried chicken, and gravy is my toothpaste.

On the nights I stuffed myself full of myths, I dreamed of college, of being pumped full of all the old knowledge until I knew everything there was to know, all the past cultures picked...

It’s supposed to be raining Thank Yous on Thursday, after an ingratitude draught. Also, you’d better enjoy my love while it’s fresh, before it goes rotten and I have to sell it to McDonald’s as...

I’ll use your chicken burrito as a crayon. I’ll draw what love looks like, if you promise not to eat it.

I like chicken a lot because chicken is generous – that is to say, it’s obedient. It will do whatever you tell it to do.

There was fried chicken in the litter box, so I helped myself and took a shit. I am a cat lover and a fan of KFC. I always take mine to go.

In the Tunnel of Desire, past the Tube of Destiny, lies the Turtle of Doubt. We all have to face that turtle, but only the confident ones ever find out that doubt tastes like chicken.

The German birds didn’t taste as good as their French cousins, nor did the frozen Dutch chickens we bought in the local supermarkets. The American poultry industry had made it possible to grow a fine-looking...

Despite the fact that an Indonesian island chicken has probably had a much more natural life than one raised on a battery farm in England, people who wouldn’t think twice about buying something oven-ready become...

I have aspirations of becoming the first man to put on a chicken suit, cross the road, and then explain my motives for doing so. I guess you could say that right now I am...

I reach down and grab my cockthe rolling scenery in my mindfar from peaceful

The days float on like a feather in the wind, but at the end of the week, I’m still a chicken. Taste my truth.

We say cat tastes like chicken when, had we been weaned on kitten stew, we’d say chicken tastes like cat.

And believe me, a good piece of chicken can make anybody believe in the existence of God.

I want to be strapped to a table, while a family of chickens argues over who gets to eat my legs.

An elephant is almost a unicorn!

I have never seen homosexual chicken or turkey.

Love is like being featherless in mid flight and not even wondering if you taste like chicken. My love must taste like ostrich, because I’m always running from it.

Do you eat chicken because you are familiar with the scientific literature on them and have decided that their suffering doesn’t matter, or do you do it because it tastes good?