Funny Chicken Memes Novels & Stories

My blood boiled as I heard Dad crack stupid jokes and Dwayne responding to them with even more stupid jokes. I picked the chicken angrily and began slicing on my plate. It didn't cut, pushing me over the edge and I grabbed it and bit hard into it tearing the flesh. “Yo, man. Easy will ya? The chicken's not running,” Dwayne joked. Everyone laughed but I didn't find it funny. “I'm hungry,” I said with a full mouth. “Darling, don't talk with food in your mouth. You're going to choke,” Mom cautioned. I nodded. Dad noticed my gaze and he blinked, looking away then began to eat.

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

I'd have to turn off my mobile data to reply those messages because in the process of replying with my mobile data on, more would troop in. I was scrolling through my news feed, and tapping on the like button at almost everything I saw. I watched a funny video on krakstv where a guy was asked The difference between A Cock, Hen, Chicken and Fowl, and the guy replied with "A cock has a penis, and a hen as a peninsula." I cried of laughter when he said, "A cock is a male and a hen is a shemale."

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

he says simply. I blink at him. “You always do.” He tilts his head. “You look like you could use a dumb joke.” “I really could.” He leans in. “Okay, what do you call a chicken that crossed the road, rolled in mud, and came back?” I stare at him. “A dirty double-crosser.” I snort. “That’s horrible.” He grins. “But you laughed.” “I did not.” He lifts a brow. “You giggled.”

Choco whined, "why is it so brown? I thought all chickens are white." "Why would you think so?" Vince sighed, trying to spoon Choco's food but was prevented. "Because they are angels, they protect us from evil with their white wings." Choco answered innocently. Vince tried hard not to laugh but it wasn't the same with others. "Choco, chickens are not angels." Valentina corrected, laughing. "Why not? They are so cute." He said sadly. "After you eat, I'll tell you." Vince offered, trying again to feed him.