I was feeling pretty depressed about Valentines’ Day coming, so I decided to go to the local watering hole to drown my sorrows. I had a couple shots of Wild Turkey vodka and the next thing I know I am feeling pretty good. I looked down the bar and saw the most beautiful hen perched on a stool. So I fluffed up my feathers and sauntered down to her, thinking my luck in the love department was about to change. I offered to by her a cocktail and she accepted! I made some small talk with this heavenly hen, while the bartender whipped up two shots of Grey Goose vodka. Suddenly, out of nowhere, this guy cold cocks me! A few minutes later, I came to and there is this rooster standing over me. He looks like he just stepped off the cover of a corn flake box.He is crowing at me about hitting on his hen and egging me on to fight him. I got up and began to walk away when I heard him say, “What are you…a chicken? “ That was it! No one calls this rooster a chicken. I turned around and started swinging. The brawl was on! A few minutes later, the police came and broke us up. We were both wing cuffed and hauled away. Apparently, cock fighting is against the law. So here I am, a jailbird locked up in the big hen house with no chance to fly the coop anytime soon. Happy Valentines’ day to me…I hope I don’t drop the soap!
