Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Birds! Eww!

In an attempt to capitalize on widespread public panic about a possible avian flu pandemic, McDonald's has introduced a new snack treat as an adjunct to their low-fat salads. The crunchy snack treat, made from spare parts of formerly contagious poultry, is guaranteed to be germ-free, reasonably healthy, and is promoted as quite tasty by the corporate giant, formerly known for its dominance as a purveyor of hamburgers and so-called "French fries."

"Chicken McNoggin is a low-cholesterol, fat-free alternative to our politically discredited meal known as 'The Big Mac with fries'" said Mr. Sandy McBurglar, a former advisor to President Bill Clinton. "Here at McDonald's, we strive to provide the fastest food at the lowest cost. We are also keenly aware of the obesity epidemic across America. The best thing we can do with those allegedly infected birds is turn them into tasty snack treats. There'll be no bird flu wherever our deep-fat friars are in operation. We have uses for chicken, and it isn't spreading disease to the American people."

Colonel Harlan Sanders, a noted advisor on poultry distribution in America, was unavailable for comment.

Sales of the tasty snack treat are expected to be especially high in Third World countries.

20 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was actually part of a small group that walked through the drive-thru as a stunt in high school. Try this sometime. The results are priceless...(it was a small rural community, we had a lot of time on our hands)

October 18, 2005 8:56 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

Kajun,

I left a comment for you over at Libby Gone™.

I worked for two years in the chicken houses of north Georgia. They say today this is a job no American wants. My dad matched me for the funds, and I got a darn good Chevy out of the deal. I didn't buy cowboy boots, or try to feed the kids with a large bag of rice and a case of tomato soup because I was buying goodies for my car.

INS raided Seaboard Farms in the '90s, and ended up marching everyone down Univeter Road to the jail. The buses were there, but it was cheaper and easier to march the wetbacks down the road.

Tonight, residents of Tift and Colquitt counties in Georgia are accused of murdering Mexicans out of hand. Like Nazis in Ohio, we are now taken down a notch by the actions of a few.

The first job you get at the chicken plant is hosing out the blood tunnel. If you can do that, you can do anything.

This racial superiority rubbish is tiring me out. I think I left Louie out of yesterday's mix. Jesse, Al, that Duke mook. These people are making me sick and tired.

October 18, 2005 9:06 PM  
Blogger camojack said...

Chicken head, or Head Chicken? :)

October 18, 2005 11:47 PM  
Blogger Beerme said...

Possum,

Americans have done the same work that migrants do for years, they just want more money for it. And if they weren't no migrants to do it cheap, guess what, Americans would be doin' it for more money!

I worked for several years at a meat packing house, while in High School and after. Good times! Cleanin' up the refuse, mmmm-mmm!

October 19, 2005 5:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Funny stuff brother!
Looks like you will inherit the great Scott's spot, it's only logical. You might be the most (or possibly least) sane among us!

October 19, 2005 6:31 AM  
Blogger Libby Gone™ said...

I always wondered what they did with the heads after chickens were butchered! Deep Fried mmmmmmmmm.
I used to help my Dad and could never understand how a headless chicken knew how to run right at you!

October 19, 2005 10:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great one Scott! Um, I mean Possum. I hope you don't feel extra pressure to post since Ottski pulled the comment thread. But you're real man. You're real!! I've found myself scratching the ground with my feet lately. Should I be worried? Avian flu or liberal Dim symptom?

October 19, 2005 12:37 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

John C. [and I won't call you "Melonhead" unless you act like one]:

Don't worry about it until you're pecking bugs out of the dust.

They say 50,000,000 of us'ns are going to die, and God alone knows what will translate into the Third World.

I love movies, and flash back to the Goat Lady in "Cold Mountain", when Inman warns her he's a deserter...

"What are they going to do, cut short my young life?"

October 19, 2005 1:00 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

Them things are quite tasty! I recommend them. They'll be served exclusively at ScrappleFest 2008.

Bob's a good dude, albeit misinformed. I have his URL, so he'll behave. No trolls get fed to the fire ants without a chance to explain their POV.

A Chicken McNoggin should not be confused with a cholesterol-laden turkey. Feasting on the latter induces sleep, especially when accompanied by green bean casserole, stuffing made from all sorts of unidentifiable things, and that strange red stuff called "cranberry jelly." Many college football games have been slept through in EZ-boy lounge chairs because of the turkey effect. A box of Chicken McNoggins avoids this problem, while finding an economical way to feed a family of four.

October 19, 2005 3:54 PM  
Blogger MargeinMI said...

Chicken McNoggins--YUM!

I gave up eating chicken for almost a year after reading an article in the WSJ about how they are processed. I'll eat it now, but am particularly picky about cutting any fat, blood vessels, etc., and ALWAYS cook beyond pink.

Will eating Chicken McNoggins make you smarter, or will you eventually start running around in the rain with your mouth open, looking at the sky?

I have a friend (Canadian) who had NEVER heard of green bean cassarole. Can you imagine????? I gave her the receipe and she had plans to make it for her Thanksgiving. (Cream of Mushroom Soup also has an 'instant nap' effect also, so I've heard.)

October 19, 2005 4:14 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

I'll look at a bucket of The Colonel's finest, or a crispy offering from Church's. If someone else does it, I might forget my past. No raw chicken crosses the cutting boards in the Possum Den.

The fun and interesting thing about working at the chicken plant, known then as "Central Soya", was observing the drug dealers doing business out of the trunks of their cars. Being a teenaged punk kid, it was quite a hoot to watch all those middle-aged housewives line up to purchase dangerous amphetamines. Those old ladies possessed long, sharp scissors for "pulling craw." They could disembowel a chicken in less than a minute, and any suggestions that they might need a nap were met with equal ferocity.

A raw chicken smells like a dead baby. [Don't go there! Don't ask!]

I used to get a kick out of the determination of those women to have their pills. Staying awake was everything, and like Mr. T, I pitied the fool that stood between them gals and the feller who was dealing out of the trunk of that '69 Chevy. The chickens never had a chance.

October 19, 2005 4:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

But what about all the other tasty "extra" parts of the chicken, like the feet? And will there be McGizzards?And what about those little nose shaped things?
If we are going to sterilize,let's go all the way.Hot Fat Friers for the health of Mcpeople!

October 19, 2005 5:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Raw chicken smells like wet feathers until you cut it open,then it really stinks, but I probably wouldn't smell too good if you cut me open ,either.
One of my great Aunts used to grab a chicken up by it's head and swing the whole thing over her head until the body flew off. All of us kids would stand there in fascinated horror,nd watch while the chicken body would run and flop and squawk until it was Really dead.Hmmmmm ,now there is an idea for a scary Halloween display.

October 19, 2005 5:43 PM  
Blogger Libby Gone™ said...

Hmmmmmm.
Don't you people know a good strong slug of your favorite adult beverage kills anything meat can infect you with??????
ha ha
My Mom worked at a lowly pickle plant, has similar stories and will only eat cucumbers and pickles she grows and cans. (Mice in pickle jars??? EEEWWWWWWWW!!!)

October 19, 2005 5:55 PM  
Blogger Bunny said...

After reading the postings on this thread, I'm afraid to EAT, period! YUCK!

Possum..."McNoggins" accompanied by that "deep-fried" picture has me LOL!!!

Prettyold, it's a good thing PETA wasn't around to witness your Aunt's treatment of those chickens.

>:-}

October 19, 2005 6:21 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

Nothing is tastier than chicken lips and fish feet! We have an abundance of both, and are frantically frying them up on Scorpion Hill!

Maybe ScrappleFest 2008 can be timed to coincide with the world-famous Blairsville Sorghum Festival.

October 19, 2005 6:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We know the Pope is a Catholic but
does a chicken have lips?

(Scratching the bottom of the barrel for that one.)

October 19, 2005 7:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Possum,

Forgot to tell you on the last thread, but you sure do cut a dashing figure on that fine steed.

October 19, 2005 7:35 PM  
Blogger RAM said...

Robert: I once owned a 1969 Chevy Impala. The trunk was so roomy, I bet you could fit a Mini Cooper in it!

Well, -----maybe not but, It did carry 5 Army private's home from Fort Knox to Indy, each weekend during A.I.T. in 1972 doing 90 mph each way! If there were more guys coming near Indianapolis, there was room for one more up front and at least two in the trunk.

That's how many we got in it before entering the drive-in on Saturday nights.

October 19, 2005 9:13 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

I had a '63 Impala, white, with the red interior, a 327, and a drop-top roof. An AM radio and an 8-track tape player. Next to the '78 Corvette, it was the best car I ever owned.

Some days I would lay out of high school, and make the run between Augusta (Ft. Gordon) and Atlanta. Mostly Fridays, taking GIs into town for a wild weekend. How they got back was up to them.

October 20, 2005 12:58 PM  

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