I wouldn’t. He always starts pecking.

I, Foghorn Leghorn, approve of this idea.

The beak looks like a crescent moon. There is too much of the head and neck missing to make sense of it.

And peck with a beer

Just the thing for hens night

As one stag said to the other.
We could have a good time if we had enough doe.

And the chicken dance is the only dance allowed at the party.

As the little der said as she walked out of the stag party.

“Wooo eee! That’s the last time I do THAT, for a thousand bucks.

Let’s! Nut’s!

deer deer

That‘s KFC – Kyoto Freaking Chicken.

As full as a fowl.

I’m going to enjoy crowing during HIS hangover.

Do plastered chooks lay scrambled eggs?

Barley by the peck, beer by the gallon.

Let’s! raise the barn …. roof!

Also, let’s:

Malcolm Peter Brian Telescope Adrian Umbrella Stand Jasper Wednesday (pops mouth twice) Stoatgobbler John Raw Vegetable (whinnying) Arthur Norman Michael (blows squeaker) Featherstone Smith (whistle) Northcott Edwards Harris (fires pistol, then ‘whoop’) Mason (chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff) Frampton Jones Fruitbat Gilbert (sings) ‘We’ll keep a welcome in the’ (three shots) Williams If I Could Walk That Way Jenkin (squeaker) Tiger-drawers Pratt Thompson (sings) ‘Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head’ Darcy Carter (horn) Pussycat (sings) ‘Don’t Sleep In The Subway’ Barton Mainwaring (hoot, ‘whoop’) Smith Very Silly Party (Depends on chicken)

Go home Chicken, you’re drunk.

Let’s egg party, so we can all get laid.

Rock out with your male fowl out.

It only costs a buck-buck-buck to get in.

Many years ago, before .08 and then .05, I was a member of the Bris. German Club. was having a bad day with equipment broken down all over town. So all hot and bothered, and cranky, I went to the German Club for lunch.The Fraülein behind the bar looked at me, and said:

Fr: “Sie musste ein Liter haben ”

Me: ‘Ach ya! Sie haben recht! Ein liter danke.’

So I got this whopping great stein with a litre of good German beer. By the time I finished that, I was feeling no pain

The party runs through to nest weekend.

Ain’t nobody here but us chickens.

So that’s why the chicken crossed the road!

Out with the pecking order, in with the drinking order.

Look out when they get into the moult liquor.

“Prost, damit die Gurgel nicht verrostet”.

Be careful with that pecker

“Here’s to the demon drink!”

“DOWN WITH IT!”

A popular place with journalists who want to win a pullet surprise.

He who gets drunk sleeps.
He who sleeps does not sin.
He who does not sin goes to Heaven.
So! Let’s all get drunk and go to Heaven

They’ll drink ’til they’re cut off.

Südelos betrunken.- sinnlos betrunken Sinless drunk :lol;
Weak pun, in light of my previous posting

DIT: Sündlos

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@Huu Yuu.. 0402. Correct. It’s the flag of Turkey.

Drink, drink, drink
To eyes that are bright as stars when they’re shining on me
Drink, drink, drink
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree

Here’s a hope that those bright eyes will shine
Lovingly, longingly soon into mine
May those lips that are red and sweet
Tonight with joy my own lips meet

Drink, drink, let the toast start
May young hearts never part
Drink, drink, drink
Let every true lover salute his sweetheart. (From The Student Prince)

Any song that combines drinking with romance has got me.

15 separate postings already? Looks more like a spam party. Restraint, please.

BTW ’tis Oktoberfest.

Prost, damit die Gurgel nicht verrostet”.

I have to ask – is that beer, or bubble tea with whipped cream on top?

– Waiter! There’s a chicken in my soup!
– Would you prefer a beer, Sir?

Come in, let’s all get fried.

Next they’re gonna get into the tequila and start fighting over the worm.

Capon is made at here!

– *Hic!*
– *Cluck!*

Incidentally, Playboy magazine was originally titled “Stag Party”, with a stag as its mascot. But another magazine already had that name, so they renamed the magazine and changed the mascot to a rabbit.

Let’s Destruction Derby?

Chickens that are rude and unreasonable become drunk and disorderly.

Is a chicken party like a gender-neutral version of a hen party?

And instead of the usual lampshades, do they put empty KFC buckets over their heads?