One day while walking to work, I stopped next to a chicken that was waiting for the light. I looked at him and asked, “excuse me but why are you crossing the road?” To which he replied, “to get to that bottle of Vodka sitting in the other crosswalk!” My eyes followed his wing and sure enough there was a bottle of Vodka sitting there! When the light turned green for us to walk, he darted and retrieved the bottle. Dragging that bottle for a block to an alley, I stood there and watched him drown himself. The expression on his face was priceless as he took the last sip. Shrugging my shoulders, I proceeded to work. As the day went on I kept dreaming about that chicken and the euphoric look on his face. When the time came to clock out, I walked past that alley and he was still there, drunk to the world. I picked him up carefully not to wake him. I brought him home and placed him in my bed. Walking in the kitchen I prepped a pot with some oil and called my aunt to learn how to kill a sleeping chicken. After hanging up, I pulled out the meat clever and hide it behind my back. Peeping around the corner, and learning he was still fast asleep. I crept in to the bathroom, hide the cleaver under a towel and went to retrieve the chicken. He was still fast asleep when I lifted him and walked him into the bathroom. Placing him in the tub, I retrieved the towel with the clever and placed it next to the tub. As he began to stir I came up with a good story to tell if he woke up. Sure enough he did! “Excuse me but where am I?” He asked. “Well I brought you home after still seeing you in the alley drunk from the Vodka.” I said. “Thank you, I guess I drank a little too much.” He replied. “Yes you did and I was just about to give you a bath to try to revive you.” I answered. “Thank you I could really use one!” He said. “Well close your eyes and relax!”
I began to fill the tub with warm water and just when he was relaxed and almost snoring again, I pulled the clever out and cut off his head. In the water, I cleaned the feathers and took him into the kitchen. Cutting him in pieces, I seasoned him and put him into the oil to fry. When he was done, I partook of one of his legs. Now I understood the true meaning of why he wanted that Vodka. That was the best chicken that I have ever eaten.
So know that I made that discovery, I want to share it with the world! With your help we could place a Drunken Chicken into every hand across America!!!!
Risks and challenges
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