To steal a job from a decent, hard-working American.
The road, you will see, represents the black man. The chicken crossed the "black man" in order to trample him and keep him down.
I have just released the new Chicken 2000, which will both cross roads AND balance your checkbook, though when it divides 3 by 2 it gets 1.4999999999.
I don't recall.
And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the Chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.
The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The ends of crossing the road justify whatever motive there was.
The fact that you thought that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
L.A. Police Department:
Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Richard M. Nixon:
The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the road.
This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
Saddam Hussein #2:
It is the Mother of all Chickens.
Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes! The chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed it, I've not been told!
If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken nature.
Martin Luther King, Jr.:
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
I don't care. Catch it. I need its eggs to make my omelette.
The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and, therefore, synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Because he was exercising his natural right to liberty.
It doesn't matter; the chicken's actions have no meaning except to him.
It was a government conspiracy.
It was a simple bio-mechanical reflex that is commonly found in chickens.
Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically dispositioned to cross roads.
It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
The question is not "Why did the chicken cross the road?" but is rather "Who was crossing the road at the same time whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"
Jerry Seinfeld: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, "What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place anyway?"
That is only for God to know.
The chicken, being an autonomous being, chose to cross the road of his own free will.
In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken had crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.
That depends on which plane of reality the chicken was on at the time.
Because the government had fooled him into thinking that he was crossing the road of his own free will, when he was really only serving their interests.
I missed one?
For the greater good.
To actualize its potential.
It was a historical inevitability.
Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Because the external influences, which had pervaded its sensorium from birth, had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own freewill.
In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Pyrrho the Skeptic:
You tell me.
Because it could not stop for death.
Ralph Waldo Emerson:
It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
To die. In the rain.
It didn't. I was playing golf with it at the time.
Contributed by: A Misc Boland
Date Added: August 29, 1997