Hey, Ripsters! You may laugh at this one or you may not, but I guarantee you’ve never seen it on the pages of gocomics before. Here it is, presented without shame:
A farmer is sitting in his living room, reading the newspaper after a hard day tending to his crops. He looks up to see one of his chickens coming into the room. Before he could ask himself, as we all have, “What’s a chicken doing in my living room?” The chicken says, not “Bock” but “Book.” The farmer asks, “What did you say?” and the chicken repeats “Book.”
Well, the farmer, who has been reading some strange political fiction lately, as we all have, gives the chicken a book off his shelf. The chicken then exits, book in beak, and the farmer goes back to his own reading.
The next night, the same thing happens. The farmer is sitting and reading, and the chicken (probably the same chicken, but they all look alike) comes in and says, “Book book.” He gives the chicken two books this time, but when it leaves his living room he follows it, curious.
The chicken gets to the edge of the pond and, with a mighty strain on its neck and beak, throws the first book, them the second, into the middle of the pond, where a giant frog sits on a lilly pad. As the books come in, the frog looks at them as says, in turn, “Reddit! …Reddit!”
Hey, Ripsters! You may laugh at this one or you may not, but I guarantee you’ve never seen it on the pages of gocomics before. Here it is, presented without shame:
A farmer is sitting in his living room, reading the newspaper after a hard day tending to his crops. He looks up to see one of his chickens coming into the room. Before he could ask himself, as we all have, “What’s a chicken doing in my living room?” The chicken says, not “Bock” but “Book.” The farmer asks, “What did you say?” and the chicken repeats “Book.”
Well, the farmer, who has been reading some strange political fiction lately, as we all have, gives the chicken a book off his shelf. The chicken then exits, book in beak, and the farmer goes back to his own reading.
The next night, the same thing happens. The farmer is sitting and reading, and the chicken (probably the same chicken, but they all look alike) comes in and says, “Book book.” He gives the chicken two books this time, but when it leaves his living room he follows it, curious.
The chicken gets to the edge of the pond and, with a mighty strain on its neck and beak, throws the first book, them the second, into the middle of the pond, where a giant frog sits on a lilly pad. As the books come in, the frog looks at them as says, in turn, “Reddit! …Reddit!”