Simple Question: "Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road??"
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GEORGE W BUSH:
We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either against us or for us. There is no middle ground here.
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BILL GATES:
I have just witnessed eChicken2012 which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook; internet explorer is an integral part of eChicken.
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MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR:
I have a dream...and envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

GRANDPA:
In my days, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
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OMAWUMI:
If u ask me, na who I go ask?
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A TYPICAL NIGERIAN:
Why u dey ask? abi your own loss? Abeg, I no want wahala o! I am innocent. Joor, if dem send you come meet me, tell dem say you no jam me for house.
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UNCLE SEGE:
The chicken dey kamkpe.
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GEJ:
I guess it's a manifestation of our transformation agenda for fresh air. Meanwhile, we'll set up a committee to look into that and probably grant the chicken amnesty.
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GANI:
Why won't the chicken cross the road? When there is no light in her house. No fuel in her car! No food in her stomach! No job to do! Armed robbers are after her eggs, the schools are closed,..... ....why wont it cross to the other side?
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HON PATRIC OBAHIAGBON:
The question strikes to mind a perpendicularit y of oblivious occurrences. The rationale for the crawling species of the hen folk for advancing across the broadway to the obvious greener side, portray a phantasmagoric allegory in my homosapious mind, that there is a reason. The metaphoric proposition may be that it is going to cast its vote for Fresh Democratic Party and hence justifying it subconscious mind that she has done her civil biddings.
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What's ur answer Lol:

are you Samloco`s son

quote author=achina boy]are you Samloco`s son [/quote]

No, I'm your father