Answers From The Famous
(Satire From Goa Streets.)
Educating and skilling our chickens to enable them to cross the road is the altar before which we must all bow.
The chicken tried and tried to cross the road but never made it. I relate to this chicken.
The chickens can cross the road, but not in the hot sun as it will make their complexion dark and they will not find a good cock.
The chicken is a spy, and the road is on the border with Pakistan.
I did not cross the road with that chicken.
I invented the chicken.
The chicken crossed the road. No PM or Minister went. It was the chicken who did it. So can’t we create a Clean India?
To my mind, the life of a chicken crossing the road is no less precious than that of a human being.
Manohar Lal Khattar
Eat him, not beef!
The problem is that the chicken doesn’t understand that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before going after the problem on the other side of the road. We must make him realize that he must tackle his current problems before adding any new problems.
Because the chicken was gay! That’s why they call it the ‘other side.’ If you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. We should boycott all chickens until we sort out this gay thing.
I will build a great big wall along this road so that no Mexican chicken will ever cross again.
We have reason to suspect a chicken is there, but officials have not yet provided access to the other side of the road.
That chicken crossed the road because he’s guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he holds his beak.
The chicken will cross the road in due time. It is a process. These things do not happen overnight.
She crossed the road because she understood the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.
Now to the right of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.
Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with young and old? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why he crossed I’ve not been told.
I drink to make this joke more interesting.
Let me be perfectly clear, if the chicken is walking down the right path and is willing to keep walking, eventually he will reach the other side. Period.
We do not know if the chicken actually crossed the road. The road may have moved under the chicken.
Did I forget one?
In my day we didn’t ask why the chicken crossed the road. We were told the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.
The chicken is a woman and should not be adventurous. She should stay on her side of the road.
Listen up, please. In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the incredible story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to achieve its lifelong dream of crossing the road.
The chicken crosses the road in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.
Thigh, leg, breast and wing. The whole chicken is more than the sum of its parts.
Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, as one.
I own the road, and I decide when the chicken crosses.
If every Indian could see it crossing the road on internet.org for just one dollar, I’d have 1.2 billion extra dollars!