KICK BUTT BLUES
Friday, January 1st, 2010
9:00pm-1:00am
$5 Admission
Please, no outside food or drink. Take advantage of the fantastic
food, coffee, alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages available at Kick
Butt Coffee - located at 5775 Airport Blvd. #725, 78752
Kick Butt Blues is a joint venture between Kick Butt Coffee and the
Blues Association of Austin.
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And here is the part of the message where I treat you to something
random:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
As answered by the residents of Florin and Guilder
Vizzini: "But it's so simple! All I have to do is divine from what I
know of you. Are you the sort of chicken that prefers to be on this
side, or the opposite? Now, a clever chicken would stay on his own
side ..."
Inigo Montoya: "Chicken, I do no’ mean to pry, but before you cross
the road, you don’ by any chance happen to have six feathers on your
right wing?"
Westley: "This is a chicken crossing the road - do you think this
happens every day?"
Count Rugen: "Chicken, how does crossing the road make you feel? And
remember, this is for posterity, so be honest."
Prince Humperdink: "Chicken tracks! I’d bet my life on it. The chicken
is alive, or was an hour ago."
Yellin: "Chicken? I see no chicken." (Fezzik, tear his arms off.) "Oh,
you mean THIS chicken."
Grandson: "Maybe you could cross over again tomorrow?"
Vizzini: "You've escaped from the coop which means you must be
exceptionally strong, so you might have crossed the road expecting
your strength to save you. But, you've also bested the farmer which
means you must have studied, and in studying you would have learned
that chickens are mortal..."
Max and Valerie: "Bye chicken! Have fun crossing the road! You think
he’ll make it? It would take a miracle. B-bye!"
King: "The chicken’s going to cross the road? Won’t that be nice. Hee
hee-she kissed me!"
Albino: "The road. Don’t even think about crossing. The cars are far
too thick."
The Man in Black: “I remember this chicken of yours. Well, he crossed
well. He just simply said ‘Please … please, I need to cross.’”
Vizzini: "He didn’t get run over? Inconceivable!"
Fezzik: "Don’t go chicken, I mean it. Will you stay and have a
peanut?"
Grandpa: "Are you kidding? Fences, lighting, Toyotas, roadkill, jay-
walkers, potholes, Chevys, escapes, True Love ..."
Buttercup: "He will never cross again."
And, of course, the chicken: "We are poultry of action. Sidewalks do
not become us."
-Various Sources