Funny Chicken Memes Novels & Stories

"Mama Ezra had once killed a chicken who had its eyes wide open as it was being slaughtered, she and her family had this sumptuous meal with the chicken and later at night she had a dream when the dead chicken had visited her with a bleeding neck and an open wide eyes...." This time he laughed so hard that his whole body reverbrated the sounds of his laughter as he clutched his hands around torso. His adams apple bulging up and down in pure excitement. He had momentarily forgotten that a few minutes ago he had been brooding over the thoughts of him dying. "Don't laugh, that story was creepy." his mum chided, smacking his arms playfully with a smile resting on her face. "No it's funny...it's

“Edible” Mirawadee looks at the rat and gives him a wry smile. “Are you saying a joke? Do you want me to use this fake chicken to cook?” Rachata let out a laugh as he glanced at the white chicken with a displeased expression. “Fake chicken”

I asked and raised the brim of the glass to my lips, taking a modest sip. "A chicken's ass when it eats," she replied before chuckling. "Ah, I'm so stupid." I stared at her blankly from the edge of the glass cup. "You're stupid, I know, but what?" She blinked. "Don't tell me you don't get it." My expression told her enough and she sighed exasperatedly. "You know, when a chicken eats, the butt is up..." she trailed off, waiting for it to click in. I faked a laugh. "Oh, I think I get it now."

As it turns out Kevin was a joker, an expert at bad puns-my weakness. He laughed,'' I have another. What do you call a chicken looking at a lettuce? Chicken sees a salad.'' he said before doubling over with laughter. The joke was only slightly funny, but his laughter was so contagious you just had to laugh with him. Or at him, it wasn't too crystal clear. Without a doubt though, I was having a good time. ''Okay the last one, I promise. What is the difference between ignorance and apathy?'' he said after collecting himself.

Jessica couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Yes, it's time to chillax and enjoy some delicious chicken!" she chimed in, enthusiasm evident in her tone. Ryan joined the conversation, injecting a playful comment. "If chicken were a superhero, it would be called the Poultry Protector!" he exclaimed with a hint of excitement. "If soda were a superhero, it would be called Fizzy Fantastic!" Jessica laughed, her amusement contagious. Ryan chimed in again, sharing his own variant. "Or how about the Pop Protector!" he suggested.

the man keeps interrupting "hey you shut the fuckup Fitsher, you're a gad`damn drunk, how many bottles would your sh*t belly take before you stop, with your chicken hands. What do you mean by "dem right!" (Big j mimicking his voice) I'm sure your mama is at the church singing halleluyah praise the Lord my son is a good man, not knowing he is an empty vessel! with chicken brains." "hahahaha." other men laughing at Fitsher "what are you laughing about?, (they all fell silent) you are all a disgrace!" Big j said.

“I wonder what that chicken would say, should it have been alive Mabel? It’s meant to be eaten, you know, not played around. Didn’t your parents not tell you not to play with your food?” “Well, I am just asking some questions.” “And what might those be?” “I was asking the chicken if the man seated next to me is an imagination or a hallucination.” “Which man?” “There, chicken? Can you hear? Am I having a hallucination or do I have an imaginary friend?”

I grumble turning my head away to avoid looking at the horrid creatures. "Featherless chickens," he supplies. "Why would you g****e that?" I snap trying to erase the picture from my mind. Jem shrugs and I groan. "I didn't even know featherless chickens existed. I'd like to go back to when I was blissfully ignorant of that fact."

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

"A prank, you're joking , right?" She shrugged, picking up her fork and cutting into her chicken. "Don't take it so seriously, honey. It's just a bit of fun." "Fun?! Did you say fun?" I shouted.