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The chicken had been watching Anthony Bourdain's Without Reservation when it realized, in its little chicken brain, that it had neither a reservation nor a bottle of Twisted Oak wine - and therefore quite cross with itself for being so chicken!@#$ty - crossed said road, b'gawk!
Posted by: winehiker | December 09, 2008 at 01:23 PM
The chicken, not knowing it was rubber until now, decided he could not live with the shame and humiliation that comes with being synthetic. Realizing he could have just as easily been made into a condom wanted to prove his worth as a chicken and crossed the *&^%&^% road.
Posted by: Eve Sieminski | December 09, 2008 at 01:32 PM
Obviously, the rubber chicken crossed the road to get to Twisted Oak!
However, the chicken REALLY crossed the road to get away from the swirling controversy surrounding his acceptance of sample chicken feed, to which he neither promised a write up or favorable review.
But really, he just wanted some wine.
Posted by: Thea The Wine Brat | December 09, 2008 at 01:35 PM
upon seeing his reflection in a puddle, he contemplated his life and what it means to be a rubber chicken. Then at that very moment, he looked up and saw an EGG on the other side of the road, so he crossed, maybe to find more meaning in his life, or maybe to ask which one of them came first! :)
Posted by: John Witherspoon (vcuspoon) | December 09, 2008 at 02:31 PM
It had to get in line at Target (you didn't think I'd say Wal-Mart, did you?!) to get the Britney album!
Posted by: Helene K. | December 09, 2008 at 02:37 PM
To be served at the rubber chicken banquet, of course!
Posted by: TinaV | December 09, 2008 at 03:23 PM
He was out shopping, and wrote a check for some merchandise. Being a rubber chicken, he wrote a rubber check, and was promptly ejected from the establishment, threatened with violence ("rubber stamping"), and skedaddled across the road, albeit not without a certain bounce in his step, to where he had parked his politically-correct rubber Honda Prius.
Posted by: Doug Cook | December 09, 2008 at 03:38 PM
Because it was tired.
(Happens, with rubber chickens)
Posted by: Remy | December 09, 2008 at 07:22 PM
The Twisted Chicken saw the tasty cock on the other side of the road. Cock-a-doodle-do. Nuf said?
Posted by: WineDiverGirl | December 11, 2008 at 01:27 PM
I don't know why the chicken crossed the road, but I recently found out why the pervert did!!!!
Posted by: Twisted_in_Sac (Lynn) | December 13, 2008 at 12:37 PM
What great answers! Who knew rubber could be so inspiring?
Posted by: el jefe | December 14, 2008 at 10:28 AM