My wife has a tatoo of Chinese characters on her wrist. It is supposed to say Live Love Laugh (or something like that) but she tells people who ask that it stands for Kung Pao Chicken.
Fajita night:
“We have a containment breach!”
That’s how it goes at <redacted.>. Everything is maybe someday until suddenly it’s we needed that last week and then somebody who reports directly to [the cto] is pitching a tent in your colon for status updates.
“I’m collecting songs about chickens.”
I only know one
Chick-a-ken, let me rock you
Let me rock you, Chick-a-ken
Let me rock you, that’s all I wanna do
Chick-a-ken, let me rock you
Let me rock you, Chick-a-ken
Let me rock you, 'cause I feel for you
Chick-a-ken, would you tell me what you wanna do?
Do you feel for me, the way I feel for you?
Chick-a-ken, let me tell you what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my arms
Let me fill you with my charms, Chick-a
'Cause you know that I’m the one to keep you warm, Chick-a
I’ll make you more than just a physical dream
I wanna rock you, Chick-a
Baby, 'cause you make me wanna scream
Let me rock you, rock you
Baby, baby, when I look at you
I get a warm feeling inside
There’s something about the things you do
That keeps me satisfied
I wouldn’t lie to you, baby
It’s mainly a physical thing
This feeling that I got for you, baby
Makes me wanna sing
I feel for you
I think I love you
I feel for you
I think I love you
Chick-a-ken, let me rock you
Let me rock you, Chick-a-ken
Let me rock you, that’s all I wanna do
Chick-a-ken, let me rock you
Let me rock you, Chick-a-ken
Let me rock you, 'cause I feel for you
Feel for you
Baby, baby, when I lay with you
There’s no place I’d rather be
I can’t believe, can’t believe it’s true
The things that you do to me
I wouldn’t lie to you, baby
I’m physically attracted to you
This feeling that I got for you, baby
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
I feel for you
I think I love you
I feel for you
I think I love you
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh-ooh
[Harmonica Solo]
Yes sir, one more time
Say yeah
I feel for you (I think I love you)
I feel for you (I, I, I think I love you)
Chick-a, Chick-a, Chick-a, Chick-a-ken
Chick-a-ken, Chick-a-ken, Chick-a-ken
Chick-a-ken, let me rock you
Let me rock you, Chick-a-ken
Let me rock you, that’s all I wanna do
Chick-a-ken, let me rock you
Let me rock you, Chick-a-ken
Let me rock you, 'cause I feel for you
Chick-a-ken, would you tell me what you wanna do?
Do you feel for me, the way I feel for you?
Chick-a-ken, let me tell you what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my arms
Let me fill you with my charms, Chick-a
'Cause you know that I’m the one to keep you warm, Chick-a
I’ll make you more than just a physical dream
I wanna rock you, Chick-a
Baby, 'cause you make me wanna scream
Let me rock you, rock you
I feel for you (Ooh, feel for you)
I feel it too (Ooh, feel for you)
I feel for you (Ooh, feel for you)
I feel for you
I think I love you
I feel for you
I think I love you
I feel for you
I think I love you
I feel for you
I think I love you
I feel for you
I think I love you
I feel for you
I think I love you
The competition is stiff, but this may be my worst ever attempt at a joke.
So you’re not familiar with “Oh Yeah” by Yello?
(Bow bow) Oh Yeah (Ch-chicken tikka)
About a meeting at work that escalated somewhat
“… and that’s why we are software developers. You can’t debug people.”
Well, you can. but then they call you a cult leader.
maybe the non-devs were debugging the devs?
devs were all like “duck and cover” …
There’s also Donde Esta La Pollo (Cock Rock Mix) by Headless Chickens which might be the most chicken you can fit into a title without being a song about chickens.
“Sort your fucking life out, Birds Eye.”
“Opening your pork butt… It’s the best!”
“Just do like @pillbox said”
“Despite what it sounds like, ‘hummock’ is not a rude word”
That just makes me think of this:
“Do you know anything about the Arctic?”
“Not really, no.”
“Luckily I do, I’ve studied it in depth. You know, I’ve read books, pamphlets, I know all about it. Ask me a question.”
“Do you like hammocks?”
“…about the Arctic.”
“Oh right. What’s it like when you’re all out in it and it’s, you know, and you’re there?”
“Is that your question?”
Unfortunately the first one that comes to mind is the Cockerel Song by Ivor Biggun. It’s about looking for a lost rooster I believe.