Why did the chicken cross the road?

“So I started smoking when I was around the age of three. Here’s a photo of me.”

“What’s with the chicken?”

“What do you mean, ‘What’s with the chicken?’”

“There’s a chicken in the photo, so I just wondered.”

“What, my smoking at the age of three not interesting enough for you?”

“Oh, sorry, no, it is — definitely — but everybody likes a chicken story.”

“Ok, his name was Rooster, after the John Wayne character, and was pledged to my husband. How’s that?”

“I don’t supposed he ever tried to cross the road?”

“What road?”

“Any road. We could then get a first hand answer to the greatest question of all time.”

“He never said.”

“Shame. So… were you married?”

“No, that was sarcasm.”

“And being named after…”

“That too. He was named Rooster for more obvious reasons.”

“Like wha… oh. That’s not such a good story.”

“So, would you like to hear about my smoking now, and how I ended up burning the house down, and killing my entire family?”

“I don’t suppose you had any other pets?”

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