Wonkette “morning zoo” host Josh Fruhlinger emails from his elitist iphone on the set of teevee’s The Wire: “Ken, this chicken-suited man is across the street from the burrito place RIGHT NOW! Why is he here? We’re not even voting today! I am scared!” Us too! Plus, nobody’s sending Funny Polling Place Pictures! What the Hell?
The real outrage is that Josh is apparently really scared of a harmless drug dealer/mass murderer in a chicken suit by the burrito place. Was it scary, Josh, to get within a block of the chicken man?
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Is that Sara K. next to Chicken Man? Is her child actually a living human-animal blend?
I am mailing my phunny photos in. But I have to get them developed first.
Keep yiffing that chicken.
Get me a veggie burrito, extra guac. Thanks Josh.
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeee-yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
judging from the conduct of what’s-his-face in the shade, there, the correct way to protect yourself is to pull up your socks.
Today, we all are chicken-suited men outside of the burrito place right across the street.
(P.S. I didn’t think Helen Thomas would be able to get a new job that quickly.)
You come at the chicken, you best not miss. bakaw!
Josh is Wonket’s Snortin’ Norton.
Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night, now they blew up his house too.
I hate to bring it up, but there’s not much funny about a polling place. With the wheezing of the attendant olds, and the dusty, institutional aspect of your average community center/junior high assembly hall, polling places have more in common with the waiting room for hell than anything else. Plus, average Americans. Yuck.
Josh, dude! Intrepid reportage! But that poor chicken man – exiled to Baltimore, which is worse than Philadelphia AND Cleveland.
Avast! Tis the Big Shaggy!
Where’s Peter Griffin when we need him?
Is this close to Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club? FURRIES!
[re=594381]JMP[/re]: I like the Band’s version, myself.
Nobody puts chicken suit man on the corner.
Today we’ve had bear-Palin, the return of the demon sheep man, the Big Shaggy, and now the Chicken Man. Is this Furry Day at Wonkette? Has Naked Bunny with a whip been chosen to replace Jim?
Eh, that’s over by Hopkins. A chicken without a lacrosse stick is not going to hurt anybody.
But burritos are MEZIKAN!!!1!1. We can only have ‘Merikan lunches on the election dayz!!!!111!
[re=594360]chascates[/re]: i think you mean “animal-human hybrid” and those were banned during Dubya’s state of the union speech in 2006. I broke my tv that night, i remember the moment well.
“Huge cocks on every corner!?!? Baltimore, I’m a’ comin’!”
-George Rekers
For the record, I had to walk right past the chicken to get to the burrito place, but I didn’t have the nerve to take his picture until I was a safe distance away, in case he went all crazy on me chicken-style.
Is the Chicken in front of C C Carryout at 3121 Saint Paul Street? Is the ‘burrito place’ Chipotle Mexican Grill? Can Josh just go to Sam’s Bagels?
[re=594409]jfruh[/re]: And do you live in the Blackstone Apartments?
This cyber stalking is fun!
[re=594413]chascates[/re]: C&C Carryout is now Ajumma Cuisine, and the “burrito place” is clearly Chipotle. It looks like he is safely on the Chipotle side of the street, so he doesn’t have to imperil himself by trying Sam’s.
I live around the corner and am pretty confused as to why there’s a person in a chicken suit out there.
[re=594407]ArkansasFred[/re]: Be sure to ask for the double down.
Is the chicken wearing a fashionable cape?? It is hard to see. We need more CSI, isolate and enlarge.
The polling places in San Jose this morning were very boring. There was nothing to take a picture of. TODAY IS THE SUPER TUESDAY OF BORING.
A DTS voter I know decided to vote in the Republican primary, just to mess with them. I wish I’d asked him to take a picture of Orly Taitz’s name on the ballot. Just so we can prove it actually happened.
[re=594409]jfruh[/re]: I’m fairly certain it’s a Plugger that you’ve driven mad with avian rage. He’s tracked you down. And now he’s going to murder you.
[re=594417]fishbear[/re]: Carma’s Cafe still there?
[re=594362]jus_wonderin[/re]: Already backwards-faxed mine.
Continuing the Wonkette series in contemporary American experimental poetry, I present:
“Fab and Furry Baltimore” by George Rekers
Lift my luggage, Mr. Chicken!
Let me stuff my furry dick in
to your cavity!
Gotta have some white hot yiffin’!
Your my Rent Boy, Mr. Chicken
I’m your greasy bone!
[re=594426]chascates[/re]: Yup
You mess with the cock, you get the spurs. No, wait. That sounded dirty.
That is obviously not Baltimore. Too clean!
Was he wise and dirty from the weather?
[re=594433]Chain Tattoo[/re]:
And they say poetry is a dead literary form!
[re=594584]whiskey tango foxtrot[/re]: I’ve seen “The Wire.” That is clearly not Baltimore. Where are all the drunks, crackheads, gangbangers, whores, street children, and vomiting policemen? I don’t see a single shell casing on the street there. Shell casings or GTFO.
[re=594421]jus_wonderin[/re]: “Enhance. Enhance. Enhance!”
[re=594409]jfruh[/re]: I have at least 5 different Arrested Development episodes playing through my head right now, which in combination lead to an image of senseless chicken-on-ginger violence. You were wise.
[re=594409]jfruh[/re]: I understand, I’ve seen Family Guy.
What I object to is the assumption it’s a MAN in the chicken-suit, it’s just plain sexist to assume women would be to weak, feeble-minded or the wrong size to wear such a costume.
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