A Joke by Gary Hainsworth

Once upon a time in some quaint little hamlet you probably never heard of, two chickens are about to cross a dangerous road during rush hour. One of the chickens hesitates, stops, turns to his buddy and says, “I can’t do it, man. I can’t do it. I know I said I would, and I normally keep my promises, but I just can’t do it, man. I just can’t.” “What do you mean you can’t do it? You have to cross the road, it’s part of the joke.” “I just can’t, man. I just can’t. All those cars moving about, I’ll be run over for sure.” “No, you won’t. I won’t let that happen. You’ll be fine.” “No, I won’t, man. No, I won’t. I’ll greet tire for sure.” “Come on, buddy. Stop being a wuss. Where are your guts?” “Guts? Guts? You’re bringing my guts into this. That’s just offal.”