What Do You Think About This Random Ford Chicken Truck?
A picture is worth 1,000 words, and for this writer it also appears to be worth a fever dream of world domination.
(Editor’s Note: Someone sent us this picture of a Ford truck parked somewhere up in Canada. No details, no information, just a picture of a giant chicken shoehorned onto an old Ford. When we shared it around, one of our writers felt inspired and wrote this post. We are getting him in contact with the company mental health services.)
I want to live a life of lavish luxury. I dream of a chance, a time, and maybe a place where I will be the undisputed ruler. I already have a small farm, with a small flock that looks to me as the great leader and provider. Maybe I could do even more, create the largest farm in the world — big enough to be a world power perhaps. I think I would command a fleet of chickens, and start my own sovereign nation. A land of fried meat and omelets.
If I was to live the life of a chicken king, in a chicken kingdom, with an entire chicken town, I would demand a chicken chariot. A large, powerful machine that sparked fear into the hearts of my enemies.
To live the grand life with an army of chickens. White feathers to fill pillows. An endless supply of fertilizer. Enough eggs to feed a small city. If I was to live the life of a chicken king, in a chicken kingdom, with an entire chicken town, I would demand a chicken chariot. A large, powerful machine that sparked fear into the hearts of my enemies. It would make it clear to anyone I passed that I was indeed His Honorable Majesty of Chickendom.
Perhaps an old Ford 4×4 truck, with a giant chicken on top. I could put massive wings down the side, making it wide enough to bash other cars out of the way on the highway. A giant egg in the back, tall enough to prevent any trip through a drive-thru restaurant.
Hopefully I wouldn’t cock it up by letting the tires go flat and the body get rusty. Wouldn’t that just be the clucking worst?