Y’all read Swistle, right? I’m sure you all do, but if you don’t, you should. She cracks me up on a regular basis. Well, she has this friend named Dr. Maureen (tagline: “I’m not that kind of doctor”), who seems to be similarly amusing.
Dr. Maureen has outlined the rules for what is sure to sweep the web in a flurry of greatness to become, as she puts it, the next INTERNET PHENOMENON. Some of you may prefer to refer to it as The Chicken Game. (Or TCG if you’re cool enough. I am not.)
Basically, you take a small chicken of the type you find in craft stores. If you are like me, you might want to take a friend with you. I stood in front of the Easter section at Michael’s for a good five minutes only to have my buddy walk up and point to an entire section full of these things.
Here is my chicken family:
The point of the game is to hide the chicken somewhere fun. Then your
opponent co-player finds the chicken, laughs hysterically, and hides it somewhere for you to find. It turns out that I was playing this game even before I knew that I was.
If you click that photo to enlarge it, you can see that the chicken is tweeting.
I have to say that Alex is not the most cooperative Chicken Gamer. He thought it was really funny when he found the chicken in perhaps the most inspired place I could think of to hide it.
So I decided to re-hide the chicken. He will continue to find chickens in unexpected places around the house until he gives in and joins The Chicken Game. Then he’ll still find chickens in unexpected places around the house, but at least he’ll be having all kinds of fun while he’s doing it. Right?
After finding that first perfect place for the chicken, I had to think hard about its next hiding place. I briefly considered this…
…but then I realized that if the chicken accidentally got shoved down into the booze that I would be in big trouble. Because it’s funny to open your scotch and find a chicken in the neck of the bottle, but it’s less funny to pick up your bottle and see a drowned, matted chicken floating in it.
My chicken smelled a little bit like a distillery after I took him out.
I thought about putting him here…
I finally decided on this semi-mysterious option:
So all of you: jump on board. You know you want to. Get yourself a chicken and join in the next great INTERNET PHENOMENON. It’s totally going to be bigger than You Tube.