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In the barnyard, 12 midnight, Friday
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| Hey Herb, where are you going? | |
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| I'm going to New York, the big city, where a chicken can make a living! | |
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| But why would a chicken go to New York? You're bound to be fast food! | |
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For more humorless comics, e-mail mrfaced@cs.com
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| So are you still gonna go? | |
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