Granny Pig's Chickens

Chicken, dog. Oh, so close. My turn. Chicken, chicken. Dog, dog. Ibex, ibex! Oh, look at you go!

Oh, is it? Look at this. General tso's chicken Is no longer listed under "Specialties." It's now under "Chicken."

Those aren't their names. Grand Pig has chickens. Wow.

And hungry. Think I'll take two chickens.

You know, this was a brand-new backpack, and now it's got turkey juice all up in it!

She needs to be solely focused on my needs, not distracted by your pasty, androgynous brand of sexuality.

Claire, I think something's up with Alex. I don't know. Some kind of chicken.

Hey Joe. Yeah, can I get a 3-piece, some cole slaw, some beans, and a Coke, Diet Coke.

What stuff? Monica's chicken parm. I'll take care of it.

The animals include the horse, goat, tiger, rooster, dog, pig. And, of course, the monkey.

Although, come to think of it, chickens have the rubbery red stuff too. Just not as much.

You lived your life for the king. You're gonna die for some chickens? Someone is.

So Ruchi and I decided to keep things casual. What? What? I can handle casual.

Here are Grandpa Pig's chickens: Sara, Gemima, Phoneser and Navel. Hello, chickens.

I need to put the chickens to bed. Night-night, chickens. Night-night, chickens. Night-night.

Hi, Bryce. I brought these over for you and your family. My chickens are laying eggs. What?

So? Yes, general tso. Not "Tso" The chicken, "So" The question.

And that reminds me of another saying. You can lead a chicken to Crisco, but you can't make your mother fry it.

I understand that if any more words come pouring out of your cunt mouth, I'm gonna have to eat every fucking chicken in this room.