This morning I had a fight with Victor about towels. I can’t tell you the details because it wasn’t interesting enough to document at the time, but it was basically me telling Victor I needed to buy new bath towels, and Victor insisting that I NOT buy towels because I “just bought new towels“. Then I pointed out that the last towels I’d bought were hot pink beach towels, and he was all “EXACTLY” and then I hit my head against the wall for an hour.
Then Laura came to pick me up so we could go to the discount outlet together, and as Victor gave me a kiss goodbye he lovingly whispered, “You are not allowed to bring any more goddam towels in this house or I will strangle you“. And that was exactly what I was still echoing through my head an hour later, when Laura and I stopped our shopping carts and stared up in confused, silent awe at a display of enormous metal chickens, made from rusted oil drums.
Laura: I think you need one of those.
me: You’re joking, but they’re kind of horrifically awesome.
Laura: I’m not joking. We need to buy you one.
me: The 5-foot tall one was $300, marked down to $100. That’s like, $200 worth of chicken for free.
Laura: You’d be crazy not to buy that. I mean, look at it. IT’S FULL OF WHIMSY.
me: Victor’d be pissed.
Laura: Yup.
me: But on the plus side? It’s not towels.
Laura: Yup.
me: We will name him Henry. Or Charlie. Or O’Shannesy.
Laura: Or Beyoncé.
me: Or Beyoncé. Yes. And when our friends are sad we can leave him at their front door to cheer them up.
Laura: Exactly. It’ll be like, “You thought *yesterday* was bad? Well, now you have a enormous metal chicken to deal with. Perspective. Now you have it.”
Then we flagged down a salesman, and we were all “What can you tell us about these chickens?”, as if we were in an art gallery, and not in a store that specializes in last years’ bathmats. He didn’t know anything about them, but he said that they’d only only sold one and it was to a really drunk lady, and then Laura and I were all “SOLD. All this chicken belongs to us now.”

So he loaded it onto a trolley, but Beyoncé was surprisingly unstable, and the giant 5 foot metal chicken crashed over onto the floor. And Laura and I were all “CHICKEN DOWN! CLEAN-UP IN AISLE 3” but he didn’t laugh. Then the manager came to see what was causing all the commotion, and that’s when he found the very-conservative salesman unhappily struggling to right an enthusiastically pointy chicken which was almost as tall as he was. The salesman was having a hard time, and he told everyone to stand back “because this chicken will cut you“, and at first I thought he meant it as a threat, like “That chicken has a shiv”, but turns out he just meant that all the chickens’ ends were sharp and rusty. It was awesome, and Laura and I agreed that even if we got tetanus, this chicken had already paid for himself even before we got it in her truck.
Then we got to my house and quietly snuck the chicken up to my front door, rang the doorbell, and hid around the corner.

Victor opened the door and looked at the chicken in stunned silence for about 3 seconds. Then he sighed, closed the door and walked away.
Laura: What the fuck? That’s it? That’s the only reaction we get?
me: That’s it. He’s a hard man to rattle.
Victor was surprisingly pissed that I’d “wasted money” on an enormous chicken, because apparently he couldn’t appreciate the hysterical value of a 5 foot chicken ringing the doorbell. Then I said, “Well, at least it’s not towels” and apparently that was the wrong thing to say because that’s when Victor screamed and stormed off, but I knew he was locked in his office because I could hear him punching things in there. Then I yelled through his door, “It’s an anniversary gift for you, asshole. Two whole weeks early. 15 YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.”
Then he yelled that he wanted it gone, but I couldn’t move it myself, so instead I said okay and went to watch tv. Then when the UPS guy came I hid, but he was all “Dude. Nice chicken” and Victor yelled, “IT IS NOT A NICE CHICKEN”. Which was probably very confusing to the UPS guy, who was just trying to be polite, Victor. Victor seemed more disgruntled than usual, so I finally dragged the chicken into the backyard and wedged it into a clump of trees so that it could scare the snakes away. Then I came in and Victor angrily pulled me into his office so that I could see that I’d stationed Beyoncé directly in front of his only window. And I was all “Exactly. YOU’RE WELCOME.” I told him that he could move Beyoncé if he wanted to, but he totally hasn’t. Probably because of all of the giant rocks I piled on Beyonce’s feet to dissuade burglars. Or possibly because Beyoncé is growing on him. Still, I can’t help but think that we wouldn’t even be having this argument if Beyoncé was towels. Honestly, this whole chicken is really a lesson in picking your battles more carefully. Plus, he’s awesome and I can’t stop giggling every time I look at him. Beyoncé, that is.
Best. 15th anniversary. ever.
UPDATED 2012: It’s been half a year and people still continue to laugh, scream indignantly and to ask questions, so here are a few follow-ups. Victor and I are still (of course) happily married and after a few weeks he got over his giant rooster aversion. Beyonce stares at him from outside his office window. I eventually got new towels. “Knock-knock, motherfucker” is embroidered on all of them. Victor was not impressed. Beyonce-the-giant-metal-chicken now has her own Facebook page with over 30,000 highly imaginative fans, and you can buy your own travel-sized Beyonce right here for under $20. You’re welcome world. Now please stop yelling at me.
Gold.
This is what my life has been missing. A 5 foot chicken.
That is possibly the best purchase anyone has made ever. You would think Victor would be grateful Beyonce wasn’t towels – of the hot pink variety or otherwise. I feel like I NEED to go shopping with you because that chicken was A BARGAIN!! Keep up the good work.
Bok BOK, motherfucker!
i am just laughing, thinking of the salesman – bless u Jen, i needed a giant metal chicken in my life 😀
I seriously laughed out loud to the caption “Knock knock motherfucker” hahaha
And Victor was right… it isn’t a nice chicken. It’s a nice cock 😉
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. You really, seriously and for real, need to be my best friend. I would love to have chicken adventures with you. But, alas, we are miles away. Ah, unrequited love.
Victor just doesn’t understand the dire need to have chickens in your life. But I do.
Insomnia be damned – This is frigging hilarious.
I want me a big metal chicken.
By the time I post this there will be comments, but this is literally the firs ttime I’ve ever seen a post of yours with no comments… Also, Dude. nice chicken.
I want to choke your chicken.
OMG, I love this. Poor Victor… I can’t blame him for stressing, but OMG GIANT CHICKEN!!! I seriously think I’d have been tempted too!!
Or… I guess, I want to choke *Victor’s* chicken…
Oh. My. Lord. I need a friend like you who encourages this kind of behavior. Because that is AMAZING!
Oh..my…god. I just laughed so hard I cried! I want a metal chicken that is as tall as me!!
I don’t know if it’s because of the insomnia or the fact I have had a migraine all day or if that was the best story ever but I laughed my ass off. I’m sending my mother this link to with a note saying “Why I am not married” because you really have to build up to that kind of amazingness and I would start it on day one. I also want to know where you that chicken cuz my birthday is next month.
Sigh. New Zealanders are basically drunk insomniacs. I would SO buy a 5 foot chicken for $100. You should drag him into your room next.
Fucking awesome! Victor is a crabby chicken. Totally best anniversary gift ever!
Laughing. Out. Loud.
I’m emailing this to my husband as a warning the next time he tells me not to buy something… so fucking hilarious!
Your post had me laughing out loud. I would do something like this, but probably only have the guts to purchase (and install at home) a 3-foot chicken of revenge. You ROCK. (Can we go shopping?)
and my boyfriend thought i was bad when i bought a shit ton of barbies, with which to make pervy lesbian comics with… see, i told him he was overreacting.
Ok, I ran across your blog from one Ms. AngryJulie on Twitter and holy crap I’m in love with you. Actually, I’m totally sending this post to my own hubby so that when I come home with some piece of randomness (earlier this year it was pillows) I can look to him and say, at least it wasn’t a five-foot tall chicken. That should settle that battle. Love.
This might be the most awesome blog entry ever. Even if there are no zombies included. Not yet.
Damn. First the tequila gun, and now a five foot chicken. If they have any left, I’m driving to Texas right now. It will make up for the lack of baby pygmy goats in my yard. After you shared the video, and I watched it 5000 times, I decided to get some because they’d keep the lawn clipped, and look absolutely adorable doing it, but no, husband said we couldn’t get them because of “ordinances” or “covenants” or something, so at the very least I should be able to get a five foot chicken. I deserve it.
Was it Home Goods? This looks like a Home Goods purchase.
(It was TOTALLY Home Goods. ~ Jenny)
Aaaaaw, c’mon, Victor, everybody needs a little cock in their lives! Or a big fuckin’ chicken. Seriously? I love you. I wouldve just bought towels. A five foot cock is much more effective. *nodding appreciatively*
so I’m feeling down…
come plant that chicken in my front door window.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. Giant chicken. This is the single greatest thing I have seen in at least the last half hour, and I’ve seen some weird shit tonight. This whole post is the argument for why insomnia is sometimes awesome (even if it’s mostly an asshole).
I really feel like the only thing you can do is add red LED lights where the eyes are located, then wheel that thing next to the sleeping form of your husband. Then you play some loud-ass, hopefully creepily metallic and not at all realistic chicken sounds (which you’ll have to purchase, of course) to awaken him. That can be on the actual anniversary, and he’ll finally realize the value of the sharp, rusty, five foot tall, $300 chicken.
Where did you acquire that metal monstrosity? I ask because my parents (well…it was Mom’s doing) have a rooster motif in their kitchen and I think a giant metal rooster that gives love AND lockjaw is what’s missing.
Also, I am neither drunk nor suffering from insomnia so I hope it’s ok that I read this.
I am silently laughing with tears rolling down my cheeks, trying not to wake up the people who are actually sleeping right now. I never knew I needed a big metal chicken until now. I may love Beyonce more than James Garfield, and that’s saying a lot.
I really can’t get over the size of that cock.
PS I wonder if we are anniversary twinsies? July 13th, 1996?
(July 4, 1996 ~ Jenny)
You have got no idea how bad I want a huge metal chicken. Even more than I wanted the real ones I have. But, my real ones are not 5ft tall, so they’re really failures.
Did they have ducks as well?
Perhaps if you covered the chicken in towels????
How is it that I have never felt the urge to buy a chicken the same height as menuntil this moment? If you ask me Victor is going to end up loving it. In about a couple of months you should offer to get rid of it and watch him squirm as his pride and love for Beyonce battle out internally. It’ll be at that moment you will know you’ve won.
Fantastic purchase. You just can’t pass up $200 worth of free chicken! Victor will come around. He just can’t argue that logic!
I haven’t laughed so hard in such a long time. Brought tears to my eyes. Although my hubby seems to think it’s because I am currently sleep deprived and have hit the silly spot where everything seems hilarious. He just doesn’t get how funny a big metal chick ringing a door bell is! Men.
That chicken would make a hell of a towel rack.
I usually hate birds, but this one is an exception.
LMAO
Also, how is it possible to have this many comments this fast after posting, this late at night?
Are all your readers insomniatic drunks?
Wait, don’t answer that.
(For the record, I’m not currently drunk. I’m just an insomniatic pregnant lady who can’t get comfy enough to sleep in her third trimester.)
I am seriously disturbed by the number of parallels between your story and my experience in grad school.
1. Ridiculous quantity of money spent
2. My adviser frequently threatened to cut people. In the shiv kind of way.
3. No one appreciated the hilarity of my practical jokes.
4. I spent entirely too much time around poultry, including chickens AND turkeys.
5. At least one fellow student had hair like the comb on your metal chicken.
6. Long suffering husband.
My. What a nice cock you have there.
I am very glad you decided to post this, because it spawned a conversation with my husband that ended with me making this statement:
“I will NOT be sitting at home like some kind of idiot asshole while you go gallivanting around at reach-around diners.”
That looks *exactly* like something I would ironically fall in love with (that my husband also wouldn’t understand) like Modern Art or WIlliam Shatner. Never change. Hey! Maybe we could all send you one new, random towel. Then you can have towel and Victor can’t get mad cuz you didn’t actually buy them. But imagine his face when he discovered your stockpile of towel. Imaginarily priceless.
I wish I lived close to you, so when I was feeling down you’d always be there to give me a giant metal cock.
@#41 – Cassie
Now see, I was just going to suggest that we all send her a dollar so that Victor could no longer be mad about the chicken because WE paid for it, not Jenny. And well, the story about the chicken is WELL worth the dollar.
That said, I’m willing to send a dollar AND a towel.
It kinda makes me sad that I am divorced and cannot put a giant, shiv wielding cock at the front door–ring the bell and run and hide while my husband answers the door. The fact that a huge metal chicken can make me regret my marital status is frightening. That is one of the most AWESOME uses of $100 not spent on towels I have ever seen!
Also, I think Victor is just secretly jealous because no anniversary gift he buys you could possibly top a 5-foot chicken. Don’t hate, Victor.
And, my mom and step-dad’s 25th anniversary is July 4th. Mom says he picked it so he wouldn’t screw up and forget their anniversary. The kids still forget it sometimes though, but I blame the distraction of fireworks.
I laughed out loud in my dorm when I read this part:
“Then I came in and Victor angrily pulled me into his office so that I could see that I’d stationed Beyonce directly in front of his only window. And I was all “Exactly. YOU’RE WELCOME.” ”
and because our walls are paper thin my jackass neighbour kept knocking on the wall…….hahahahhahaha
This is hilarious. Poor Victor, though. I can imagine he’s got so much funny going on in his life he just doesn’t know what to do with himself. He reminds me of my third roommate in college, who my other roommate and I accidentally made cry. I can’t remember what we had done, but it was funny and roomie #3 just wasn’t playing ball.
So be careful and don’t make Victor cry, OK?
i would take a trip around the world for that chicken… and you!
“hi victor!”
I was at the end of a very shitty day (hubby can’t fly home tonight because of the stoopid volcano ash cloud), but this post has made my day…. quite likely my week (its only Tuesday) and possible my month.
That is so fucking funny I have been crying tears of laughter for 10 minutes already. I had to walk away twice because I couldn’t breath in between the fits of laughter….. omfg… I am coming back here more often!!
Thanks soooo much for the laugh <3
Put me down for $1 and a towel and also that I love a doorbell-ringing cock.
I have to say, my sympathy’s with Victor on this one. He has had to be very understanding of these purchases. James Garfield was pushing it, I think maybe Beyoncé should go back…
I love you, woman. I truly do.
aawwww man this links PERFECTLY with my latest blog post! Oh and I think Victor is amazing for not strangling you. Maybe you should make some Beyonce Chicken cards to sell to negate the money spent on said metallic fowl. It worked for James Garfield did it not?
I can’t stop laughing and can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard! I’m not sleeping tonight and am now glad for it! You’re are Awesome Jenny! Don’t ever forget that!
Please make t-shirts and cards with pictures of that chicken and “insert cock joke here” on them…. Bet the chicken turns a profit.
I can’t wait until the metal chicken starts to lay eggs.
This post is good for people with insomnia And people who have been camping and therefore felt crap. That’s a *double* win (which is a bit like a double rainbow, only with less crying and more Charlie Brooker…)
Ok so that is the funniest shit I have read in a while…needed that laugh Jenny. Omg; I want one! Definitely not chicken little…lol
Here they come to snuff the rooster-
You know he ain’t gonna die.
Alice in Chains.
Crying. With. Laughter. This is seriously hysterical.
I hope you’ll be glad to know your humour is going down brilliantly in my little part of the world, the original Hampshire. 😀
AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I cried!! And cried!! And the kids wanted to know why I was laughing and crying all at the same time. I let them read it………………….but they didn’t get it! Maybe when they have been married for 14+ years they will get it. Or maybe not as they are all males. I get it, and I love it. Thank you for sharing.
On one hand I am really worried for you because you’re not sleeping. On the other hand you are seriously fucking funny when drunk, high or sleep deprived. So I’m conflicted here. It’s like I’m laughing at your insomnia. Or because of it. I can’t be sure. See my dilemma.
PS. Did you find any more info on citronella and valilla essence as a scorpion repellant?
I bet they were excited to see the chicken go to a loving home.
I NEED a giant chicken in my yard!!!!!!!!
bahahaha this is hilarious! And also, a really great gift idea for my mother. No joke. She would die for this. Where did you get it?
Jenna
momofmanyhats.blogspot.com
I choked on how big that cock was and so did my significant other who whimsically said why wasn’t mine as big as that.
My manhood is at -1000 XP
I laughed sooooooooo hard! Poor Victor. Poor Beyonce. Poor sleep deprived Jenny.
OMG THIS STORY IS SO AWESOME. I love this. 😀
At least you have chicken.
Happy anniversary to both of you.
my baby and I saw chickens, pigs and frogs at H.E.B. on Saturday, which one of those would look good on Mindy’s front lawn?
Jenny, I’ve been reading your blog for years and I don’t remember ever laughing as hard as I did with this post. When I scrolled down to the picture of the chicken in front of the door, my coffee almost came out of my nose. Which sort of hurts.
Dang, I with the fights I have with my husband were half as interesting as the ones you have with Victor. On the bright side, we’ll be having our 15th anniversary in a year and a half, so I’ll be on the look out for a large metal chicken. Hmmm. Except I’m in decluttering mode and there isn’t room in his man-cave and we don’t have a back hard (though it would look mighty fine in the front yard, except — despite the size — I’m concert the the neighborhood hooligans would wander off with it)… maybe I’ll try to find him a small, desk-sized metal chicken. It’s a good thing I have a year and a half to find it.
I think I see the problem. Fifteen years is Big Metal Chickens and you got him a Big Metal Rooster. Awkward.
You may have to take him through gender reassignment. And by him, I mean the rooster.
You are so brilliant! You totally win that battle. Giant Chicken Beyonce rules…seriously you gave Victor such a practical gift.
I officially want a giant metal chicken. Too funny!!
That’s beyond amazing. I almost choked on my cereal like 3 times.
“Knock, knock, motherfucker.” Best picture and caption ever in the history of ever. Ever.
That chicken is glorious. I can think of several people in my life who definitely need one.
You are a genius and I love you. Thank you for the chicken-at-the-front-door photo. I have not laughed that hard since you took a picture of your parents back yard.
Also, i think you could use Beyonce as a towel holder, if you wanted.
Best part of my morning, reading about Beyonce!!!!!!!
that is the funniest thing I’ve read in a long time. thank you!!!
{and happy 15th}
WANT. I’d use it as a chicken decoy, to draw REAL chickens to my front yard. But only because I appreciate nature. And dinner. Because I’m capable of killing two birds with one stone, both figuratively and literally, I think.
someday victor will learn to be more specific
Oh my god, I wish we were BFFs and we went shopping together like every single day and bought stuff because it’d be awesome. I have a habit of buying things simply because they are hilarious. It’s why I have a ~1 ft tall colorful chicken in my kitchen.
Also, for Christmas my mom got me a wooden box full of tea. With a cock on it. She said she spent the longest time trying to find some sort of assortment of tea without a rooster so that she would not have to deal with me announcing that I had received a cock box all day long.
Victor should be happy that you didn’t put your mighty cock behind the couch so that anyone who sat back was in danger of being pecked in the head.
This was nothing short of the funniest fucking thing I’ve read all week… maybe all month. “That’s $200 worth of chicken for free!” Just when I think I should stop paying attention to you, you send me this and totally redeem yourself. Once again, glad to be following.
Happy anniversary! We’re celebrating 8 years today.
I would love to have a goddamned cock lawn ornament, but I worry that my king cobra lawn ornament would want to eat it (can you see the headlines? The snake eats the cock??) Besides, the lawn gnomes are already stressed out as it is.
Yes, our neighbors LOVE US.
It kind of looks like the good luck chickens they make in Portugal, only giant sized. If Victor tries to get rid of it, tell him he’ll have bad luck for years. Happy 15th anniversary!
15 is the giant metal chicken year?! Where am I going to find another giant metal chicken?!
Happy Anniversary. 15 is awesome.
Victor DOES know what a lucky man he is, right? Nobody else I know gets life lessons like this on such a regular basis.
I am in desperate need of a giant metal chicken! This is great!! 🙂
Wow! My 15th anniversary is next week, and I had no idea that the 15th is Big Metal Chickens! Once again, your blog is both timely and informative! My husband will be so pleased.
You know, maybe he hates it not just for it’s aesthetic value an utter impracticality. No every man wants to be given a giant cock as an Anniversary gift. Subliminal messages are messing with him, telling him he doesn’t measure up… But then again, you can flip that right around and say it is in honor of 15 years of enjoying his “big chicken.” Cheers. VB
Oh. My. God. It may be because I haven’t slept more than 2 hours in a row for the last 9 months, but that was the funniest thing I’ve read in, well, forever. Thank you. And tell Victor thanks, too, for hating towles so much.
OMG. Truly in hysterics over here. Like I had to wait for my breathing to get to seminormal before I attempted typing. I think the best thing for me is that in my pre-caffeinated haze, I didn’t fully take in the size of the chicken, even in the photo in the store, I thought it might have just been a chicken head. But then I got to the photo of the chicken at your door and could not control the laughter as I finally took in the spectacle of what $300 of chicken looks like.
Happy anniversary to you and welcome to the family to Beyoncé.
I just laughed so hard that I snorted.
Now I want one! 😀
OMG! I just laughed so hard in the coffee shop the coffee guy asked me what I was laughing at!
Suzanne
I love this. Still laughing very hard! Bringing home a metal chicken in lieu of towels was def not what a husband would expect. God I love this post. You are flippin’ awesome!
Giant metal chicken joy. That is what you have done.
I want you to know that I plan on quietly saying, “Knock-knock, motherfucker.” To EVERYONE I see today. Everyone.
You just made today worth it.
Now I need a 5 foot cock.
I can’t wait to get to 15 years so I can get a Big Metal Chicken for my anniversary! And I so LOVE that you named him Beyonce….that is fuckin awesome! You so made my migraine better this morning.
Knock knock motherfucker
That was awesome! Loved the story. Hope it’s growing on your hubby as each day passes.
I have tears streaming down my face. This is the greatest chicken story in the story of chickens. Beyonce is Legend! Love!
I am lmao at you two in the store causing a commotion. It is awesome that yu have a friend equally crazy enough to see the value in this amazing piece of art.
Wow $300 to spite your husband? You are retarted.
And all this time I’ve thought my $5 (on clearance–originally $20) peacock was impressive. Now I know better.
I think it’s safe to say that Victor has learned a lesson here. Well, we hope anyway.
This is an amazing story. But man, that chicken is hideous.
Oh. My. God. That is awesome.
Make a tshirt about this, stat.
I will buy it.
Because I will NOT buy a chicken like that.
Damn stores around here aren’t carrying any.
Assholes.
Goddamn right! That is one of the best chicken purchases I have ever seen! I would spend $100 on that in the drop of a chicken beak! Think of the uses!
Isn’t that a rooster?! I think this post would have been lots funnier if you said ‘cock’ more. I mean, it’s hilarious, but that would have brought Beyonce to a whole other level.
Did they have any giant flamingos? I would totally drive to Texas and rent a Uhaul if the had 5 foot metal flamingos.
I can see my husband buying that just so he could say to people, “Hey, wanna see my 5 foot cock?” But he’d have been just as happy with towels since we ALWAYS seem to be short on towels.
Am I the only one who wants to see what kind of fucked up, sharp-ass eggs that cock would sire?
I didn’t realize until just now that anniversaries are competitive events, and that, if you do them correctly, there should be a clear winner. My wife will be so happy that, after 30 years, I will finally get this right. Can you do birthdays the same way. Mine’s coming up, and I NEED one of those chickens.
Put me down for sending you a towel in the mail. Maybe I’ll even do an iron-on transfer of a chicken. You know, to coordinate with Beyonce.
What disgruntled employee at what failing company came up with the idea for that chicken do you think?
That said, brava.
Victor needs to get over it. I mean, it could be worse – you could have bought him 2 giant metal balls like we have near the Main Building at the University of Texas, passing as “art.” Course, the theme *is* similar — giant balls, giant cock . . . interesting.
(And I would totally donate a dollar towards the cause to help Victor feel better about your purchase).
AWESOME. I’m still astonished that a 5 foot metal decorative chicken is an item for sale in a store anywhere….I want to know who’s buying these for non-hilarious purposes.
BTW…hilarious post. I’m still giggling, and I’m not a giggler. Thanks. I needed that.
LMFOA!!! At work in open-plan office!! Not good!!
Also, have sent link to husband for training purposes. Be thankful we have towels, young man, and no 5ft metal chickens. (Is it just me or does Beyonce remind you of the Wallace and Gromit penguin with a washing up glove on its head? Sinister.)
I think I’m in love with the chicken! This is hysterical! Oh and Happy Early Anniversary. 🙂
Love it!!! I have a 3 foot chicken that is very similar. His name is Henry and he is perched on top of our fridge and looks down at us. I like to think he’s watching over us and protecting us.
size does matter. enormous is always better.
This is the best shopping adventure ever! You rock!
I can’t breathe!
I love how you have the big rock on the chickens feet to hold him in place, so that he can’t run in the house and mix it up with James Garfield.
I am totally filing this little tidbit away for when my husband won’t let me buy something I want. I just hope it’s around our anniversary.
And I already have picked out my own chicken. But it’s a suit of armor from Garden Ridge. I might get two. One in gold and one in silver. Because I’m kind of fickle. And I think I’ll name the gold one Benoit, and the silver one Ray.
Thanks for the shopping tip. Can’t wait to use it.
C-
I read you all the time and find you hilarious. But this takes the cake.
Totally the best chicken story I’ve ever heard, and that includes all the reasons I’ve heard it crossed the road.
I bloody adore you, woman.
Though technically, Beyonce is a rooster. So perhaps Victor is offended that you bought him a giant metal cock for your anniversary?
Anyway, nice cock, dude. All the single chickens, all the single chickens…..now put yer beaks up, beaks up…..
Thank you, I’ve never laughed so hard, like ever, plus I’m deep in the throes of PMS-depression, but I now believe that husband-aggravating giant chickens may be the long sought after cure for that affliction…Also, Please tell Victor I’m laughing WITH him not AT him every time I visualize that damn chicken just standing there, being NOT TOWELS, and staring blankly into his window
Priceless! I want me one.
Did James Garfield teach Victor nothing? Just wait. Come Holiday season, when Beyonce joins The Bloggess League of Unlikely Saints, and starts performing miracles and shit, Victor will change his tune. Unless he *wants* children to go without food and toys?
That is one fantastic cock. I don’t know how Victor managed not to totally lose his shit laughing all over the place. Completely fantastic.
I seriously can’t stop laughing. I laughed so hard I woke my kids up.
*best*
What man wouldn’t appreciate a GIANT METAL CHICKEN!?
Oh, I asked my husband. Apparently none.
Why do we keep them around again?
Return it for not being able to stand, get discounted more, and buy towels with the free money. Thrifty is sexy, so he’ll appreciate that! However could he compete with this gift?! He couldn’t.
Moral of the story: Men are threatened by large cocks?
nothing says happy anniversary like big cock!
p.s. every time i think of “knock – knock, motherfucker” i crack up. i so needed this today. xoxo
from now on, every towel you buy should have a chicken on it . . . . .
You have given new meaning to the term “Cock-blocker”
Loved the Knock Knock Motherfucker, I just about died laughing at this comment…
“Bok Bok Motherfucker”
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny,
I could have so used a 5′ cock on my door step this morning. Thank you for being the ward of unwanted animal bizarrities. I needed this chicken story this morning.
-robin sans giant chicken
My did almost the same thing. They were at Burlington and saw this two ducks. They had been marked down from from a lot to $12.50 each. So they bought them and they’ve lived in our backyard ever since. The employees were sad to see them go.
Husband and “co-worker at home guy” came into my office to find out what was making me laugh and choke and spit Diet Dr.Pepper out of my nose, wonderful. Thanks for the yucks.
I’m not going to lie.
I kind of hope that is exactly what I get for my 15th anniversary.
I wonder if they ship to Seattle.
Jenny, I feel I should warn you about the following possibility: Leaving Beyonce in the woods outside is just asking for wasps to build nests in there. Which is fine if you never move him, but if Victor ever does decide to move him… that chicken will not only cut him, but also sting him unmercifully. Once a wasp built a nest right inside the door to my gas tank. Those Texas wasps are sneaky little things. You want to fill up your Jeep and then SURPRISE! an angry disoriented wasp flies out at you.
On the other hand, a giant metal chicken that shoots wasps at you sounds like just the sort of thing that you might enjoy. So, enjoy!
Tell me where to send the dollar and a towel. Seriously. Tell me. Because I have not laughed so hard and for so long… I will totally help pay off that purchase. And lord knows, if there’s anything I love, it’s a huge…chicken.
Aww, why can’t I ever find 5-foot-tall metal chickens on clearance for 1/3rd of the price? Jealous.
Oh, and that’s a HUGE COCK! Bwahaha I couldn’t help myself.
Can’t . Breathe. Laughing . So. Hard. Please please PLEASE do the t-shirts and the postcards.
Is it far too obvious for me to say “Victor is likely suffering from cock envy”?
That. Is. Awesome. Thinking about doing something like that to my fiance, just to go ahead and break him in.
Also, awesome, awesome friend. Good friends make friends buy ugly crazy crap.
No wonder he’s pissed!
HE is supposed to be giving YOU a big cock for your anniversary. NOT the other way around.
I’ll have to remember that one. 15 years is Giant Metal Chickens… hmmm.
Seriously I am moving … we don’t have amazing cool shit here at all…. I want one…
Honestly I think that Victor is an asshole, because only assholes see the world of huge metal chickens in a bad way. The only thing that would make it better is to have it on your porch and install a sensor that when people walk by it says “Only knock if you have brass ones” Or something like that in the voice of “chicken hawk” … remember him???
First time blg reader here. I was only able to post after I wiped my eyes with a tissue. Freakin’ hysterical.
This story has made my morning! Love it so so much!!
I want a five foot chicken named Beyonce!
You are my hero. I love that your sense of whimsy does not quail before a giant metal chicken. Thanks for making another happy spot on my mental landscape.
You Wear A Disguise To Look Like Human Guys, But You’re Not A Man You’re A Chicken Booooooo…
That’s LMAO great! Totally worth $100. I love you have it watching him through the window. I bet he gets more work done with inspiration just a glance away.
“15 Years Is Big Metal Chickens” sounds like the perfect title for the pilot episode of the Jenny and Victor show. Maybe you should start writing it. He probably will forgive you (in time) if you became a big Hollywood writer AND you could buy him a bigger house with more bathrooms, more linen closets (for the towels), and room for the lawn art* collection.
*art is used loosely here…
Brilliant! Love It. My wife & I are reaching our 10th anniversary and I quite honestly feel as if we have the same relationship as you do here! Thanks for the ideas…pick your own battles!
I so understand exactly how you feel. I once bought a very soft stuffed F.R.O.G that was plushy with blue and white flowers at a Mobil Mart because the letters stood for Fully Rely On God and I was drunk and it was like 3 am and how could I not buy a God F.R.O.G that was sending me spiritual messages at a gas station. But some how when I got in the car with my new shaman my husband picked a fight with me and told me I was bad with money and I was all like “DUDE, for like 2.99 I have been saved!!!”
He didn’t believe me. And now the F.R.O.G. sits in my underwear bin being a pervert.
This post completely made my day! And the chicken standing at the front door = best photo ever! Happy Anniversary – Victor is a lucky man!
I am so, so glad that if I came home with that chicken, my boyfriend would be all THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING I LOVE YOU. And if I went to the store with him and we saw one, HE would be the one going RACHAEL WE NEED THIS. And I would say: “YEAH we do.” And we’d have a chicken. Where can I get a chicken?
You need to make Happy Anniversary cards from Beyonce now and sell them to help pay for her room & board. Then Victor can’t complain about how you much you spent b/c it was both an investment and you were giving a giant homeless Cock a yard to play in and a window thru which to watch Victor endlessly.
P.S. You should totally put some blinking L.E.D. lights in the eyes then wait till night to turn them on & off to scare the crap out of Victor.
That is a damn nice chicken, I don’t care what Victor says.
OMG….frickin’ hilarious. My husband is also always bitching about towels. I’m on a mission now for a giant “chicken/cock”….lol
Holy crapper, I needed a laugh! We are full of dying grandfathers and strokey dads around my dwelling. If we had an enormous metal chicken life would be better.
We’ve only been married for nine years, but we’ve been together for fifteen. Does that count? Because I really, really need to get Mister W a giant metal chicken.
Tsk Tsk at Victor for exhibiting such Fowl behavior…
It’s posts like these that make me glad I’m all alone in the house. My husband tends to look at me funny when I laugh maniacally in front of the computer.
When I have my 15th wedding anniversary in a few years, I want to go shopping with you. Seriously. I will find a way to transport you to Missouri, so that we can go shopping for something equally as awesome as a five foot rusty sharp chicken.
Ohhh goodness … I’m dyin’ over here on Vancouver Island! I think the hundred bucks you spent on Beyonce was just about the best thing you could have done. I’ll be laughing over this story for days.
😉
If I had a giant metal chicken…my life would be complete. Especially if it was a freakin $300 quality chicken for the price of $100! I don’t know what’s wrong with the world if it had to go on sale! I’m honestly surprised it didn’t sell out in seconds! >.<
I just had to come and tell you that I am in TEARS. I am laughing SO HARD. Awesome.
I blogged about a giant metal chicken last week! but I didn’t buy him (or her, I admit, I am not sure) but I should have. he would look awesome in my cubicle. Giant metal chickens are the new black.
I’ve just been a lurker until now.
But seriously “Knock Knock Motherfucker.”
You made my day.
Victor: $100 worth of towels or $100 worth of chicken. Looks like you win…
I sent this to my boyfriend. He felt the need to call and tell me “No chickens!!!” I feel like he knows me too well.
Victor obviously doesn’t appreciate good whimsy when he sees it.
This story made me giggle inappropriately at work. You win. 🙂
Sweet! and perfect, since it’s our 43rd anniversary today 🙂
This just made me laugh so hard I cried. I aspire to maybe being, one day, a vague reflection of your greatness. If only my budget would allow me a five foot tall metal chicken o_o
I have the same chicken, Rayland.
That. Is. Fan.Fucking.Tastic.
Also? I brought home a distant cousin in December! I got the same reaction, except mine was at the airport. he just hung his head in bewilderment.
I just love you.
And now I want a metal chicken.
“Knock, Knock motherfucker” Ha!!! You are a RIOT!!! And your man must be made of steel not to have melted down in laughing fits!
My headache & my vocal baby must be messing with my head. By the end of this it was a 15 foot chicken! Hey Victor, at least it wasn’t a 15 foot chicken standing at your door! Now I must look for the 15 foot chicken for my 15th anniversary. I’ve got 9 years to find him. Nah, I like cats. So it would have to be a 15 foot cat staring down at my husband. Ok, carry on 😀
Beyonce, is SOOO much better than towels. What was Victor thinking?
I totally would have rang the bell and hidden as well. But my husband would have probably picked it up and heaved it across the road or something, because he is easy to rattle. lol Happy Anniversary! May you have many more. I think 16 is towels, by the way.
DOH! … I posted in the wrong place … here’s a second try. I blame it on lack of sleep.
So … I can testify that hammocks are FABULOUS. Now there’s proof. Try this with your five foot cock next to you and I imagine you’ll sleep like a baby. Also … drinking a Killer Bee helps too. http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2011/06/20/137300311/why-hammocks-make-sleep-easier-deeper?sc=fb&cc=fp
I started out grateful I don’t have to ask permission to buy towels. Now I’m wishing I had someone to aggravate with a giant rusty chicken. Come to think of it, the aldermen who voted against allowing a 4-H member to have chickens in our city might deserve a visit from mega-chicken . . .
Best. Blog post. Ever. Happy Anniversary!
First of all, Victor needs to lose the damn attitude, you didn’t get towels, he needs to be a hell of a lot more specific YOU NEVER CLAIMED TO BE PSYCHIC, how the hell were you supposed to know he wouldn’t like a 5 foot metal chicken named Beyonce? Jezus Victor get in the game dude, it’s like you don’t even know her and shit? Be Specific ! When you were all flipping injuring your self in another country all AWOL with her passport locked up and being selfish she was there ( not physically because you fucking locked up her passport and wouldn’t tell her the town because you were huffing mexican jumping beans to deal with the pain or whatever) but mentally dude, she was there. Now this? Let me tell you something dude, if You got Jenny a 5 foot cock for you guys 15 year anniversary she would lock her self in her room and punch shit. Mostly because punching shit would hurt her hands but that’s besides the point. Right now Victor I am pretty upset with your reaction, which is bad timing on your part considering our local 60 year goofy putt putt golf place just went out of business and they have shit tons of crazy huge things for sale. You better get in line man.
If you didn”t love Beyonce before, you gotta love her now. Thanx for sharing. Hilarious.
I have solutions ! Move the 5 foot cock into the bathroom and hang the pink towels on it. Make Victor ONLY use pink towels hung from the beak of the big rooster. There. phew, solved. you’re welcome.
That is phenomenal.
That was totally worth the wait. How much would it cost to have him shipped around the country?
Dear Jenny’s Blog,
Jenny can’t be with you right now, but she loves you and misses you very much. She will come back to you as soon as she can, but don’t be scared or sad because we are all here to love you and take care of you until she gets back.
XOXO,
Aunt Erin
Hi Jenny’s blog.
Jenny asked me to drop by and tell you that she misses you. Don’t worry I’m sure she’ll come back soon.
OMG that is Hysterical and NOw I want one!
That second photo just made my day. It was even better than the broadcast email we just got from the cafeteria chef advertising today’s lunch special in all caps:
“SANGRE DE CHRISTO NACHOS $6.00”
Because who doesn’t want BLOOD OF CHRIST NACHOS?
My eyes are full of tears right now, from the hysterical laughter. That photo of the chicken on the doorstep is pure platinum awesomeness.
And the thought of a rooster named Beyonce is even more hilarious. I had no idea you could buy a gay metal rooster that will cut you.
I think you have a very grand entry way to your house. Beyoncé belongs there. Not only is she an awesome conversation starter, she will scare away any and all solicitors you might get.
Hi Jenny’s blog … she so misses you and your big Cock
This is all 100% true and exactly how it happened. Only the giant metal chicken was only $99, not $100. Also, Victor still owes me a better reaction. And I will collect. Oh yes I will.
Your cock is colorful and beautiful! The ones I’ve seen around here (and contemplated stealing) are not painted and have the general rusty old cock look. Excellent purchase!
fan-freaking-tastic! why don’t they sell those at my local discount stores? i’d buy all of them and hand them out as christmas presents! haha victor!
OH MY WORD! I SO need that chicken! Thanks for the laugh. totally needed it.
This is, quite possibly, the most hilarious story involving Victor yet. I am at work, and now everyone sitting around me wants to know what’s so funny that I am snorting and yelling “Chicken!”. So, congratulations – you now have like 15 new readers. You’re welcome.
I can’t get past the fact that Beyonce is a cock. A rooster, not a chicken, right? She is also AWESOME! Beyonce, transgender 5 foot rooster/cock/chicken!!!!!
That is such a valid argument and you have a heart of gold for getting Victor the best Anniversary gift EVER! Who can say No to Beyonce?? 🙂 And yes, he should be so glad Beyonce is not towels.
Victor probably has a case of cock envy. Had you gotten a female instead of male, you wouldn’t be having this problem.
Fucking HELL did I need that belly-laugh this morning! #thisiswhyiloveyou
The caption on that photo really needs to say “knock knock, motherclucker” instead.
Brilliant! I love Beyonce and look forward to Beyonce’s many adventures.
You could position Beyonce outside your bathroom door and she could hold towels for you. Win-win.
The caption “knock, knock motherfucker” made me snort!
Victor is a very lucky guy. Either that or he is highly medicated.
That is fucking AWESOME. I want one.
OMG.. I think I love you… and your huge chicken. lol
This is why you’re awesome. You do all the stuff I’m too chicken to do.
Also, I’m confused by the sign behind you in the store that says, “Prices are 20% to 60% less everyday.” Why would I buy anything today if I know it’s going to be 20% to 60% less tomorrow? That’s terrible store management.
Did someone already say how this is a classic example of life imitating art? Or art imitating art? Because this is just like Victor is Peter Griffin and that chicken is the Giant Chicken. And anyone who says “Family Guy” isn’t art can just fuck off.
This is what marriage is all about.
I’m still laughing. Love that you put Beyonce outside of his window 🙂
I really need to stop reading these at work! I’m so gonna get fired for laughing by myself and disturbing the others.
I died laughing when I read, “This chicken will cut you.” Bwahahahahaahah! You need a tin sign that reads the sentiment. I love it. I’m totally wanting one.
Towels would have so cost you $50, so the money is a wash. Enjoy your cock!
You fucking rule, there is nothing more that needs to be said!
DAMN! I need a Chicken like that! But can I steal the name O’Shannesy for my chicken? I totally have to go to Ross or those other discount places and find a chicken like this. My neighbors would HATE it and it would be awesome and win my neighborhood.
Holy mother, this made my cry, it was that hysterical. I would have unoriginally named him Kellogg, but I’m glad you saw his booty shaking abilities. When he fell in the store you should have demanded a discount because he was dented. Just like the old ladies with cans who always get in line in front of me.
omg I love it, I want a big giant metal chicken.
Best fuckin’ post evah~Just forwarded it to my OWN husband….as a warning.
My husband NEVER buys me thoughtful gifts like this.
IT’S FULL OF WHIMSY.
I don’t know why that made me giggle so, but it did.
I imagine a giant metal chicken at your door is a small step down from a decapitated horse head in your bed. Happy Anniversary!
Mr. Snarky should consider himself lucky that I mostly shop online, for clothes and shoes. Until I order five-foot-tall stripper heels, this is win-win for him and he doesn’t even know it!
P.S. That second pic is so full of win that I can’t STAND it. Honestly I think you should just keep it at the front door like that.
There is nothing I don’t love about Home Goods, nothing. And nothing I don’t love about your stories. And I’m in the midst of a deep fucking depression and haven’t left the house in days, but I tried to sound borderline suicidal on the phone with my psychiatrist’s office so they are letting me come in before July 15, which is when he actually has an appointment open, and when I get to his office and peek around the corner to let him know I’m there: ” Knock-knock, motherfucker….”
He has a good sense of humor.
Thanks for a moment of cheer!
Awesome! It’s my 9th wedding anniversary tomorrow and I just bought him a bottle of vodka and made him a card photoshopping his face onto ‘Neo’ from the Matrix (long story… don’t ask). I hope he doesn’t see this post or he’ll want to know how come he didn’t get a 5ft metal chicken. If only it was solar powered and lit up after dark then that would be like the best present ever.
Hugs
DHW x
This is quite possibly my favorite story ever.
I am so excited to know that chickens are the 15th anniversary gift. And not some lame-ass towels. The chicken fund saving has begun – three full years until my own 5 foot Beyonce. Cluckin’ A!
i can totally identify with a guy named Beyonce – except the other way round. No, not a beyonce named Guy! You know what I mean.
And when I start doing standup again (real soon so get your tickets now!), I’m going to do at least one “Knock, knock, motherfucker!” joke. I swear I am.
You know, I was thinking about the James Garfield postcard project to raise money to subsidize the cost of James Garfield and I think the Knock Knock Motherfucker picture would make for an excellent line of anniversary greeting cards.
the picture of Beyonce at the front door is now my new wallpaper on my computer. awesome.
Just think of all the things you can do to this chicken such as hang plastic neon eggs from it at Easter and wrap it in lights at Christmas.
Awesome anniversary gift, Jenny! What a DEAL….. Sorry Victor doesn’t appreciate Beyonce. Give him time….
Chicken. You’re doing it right.
That thing is ricockulous.
See what I did there?
Yes.
I am as clever as a 5-foot-tall chicken.
So I just spent two whole minutes trying to figure out where the bottom half of your body was in the pic of you hugging the giant cock, er, chicken. Because I need glasses, apparently. Or I’m not bright. Either one, really.
Moral of the story: if I get fired for viewing inappropriate stuff on the internets at work, it’s totally Victor’s fault.
HAHAHA.. Knock Knock, Mother Clucker!!
This was beautiful. I have the checkmate I need to win all arguments with my husband now. Thank you. Perspective. I have it.
I think Victor is becoming inured to your mania for all things whacky.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
TO FIND ITS HOT PINK, MOTHER-FUCKING BEACH TOWELS.
I think you should drape one of the towels around Beyonce. Then leave the she-cock in the bathroom when Victor is in the shower.
EVERYTHING about this post is why I now have a wet spot on my office chair.
Plus you owe me a pair of new jeans.
But I would TOTALLY take Beyonce in trade.
I, for one, would like some greeting cards with that giant metal chicken at the front door photo on them, and blank inside. Many sentiments can be expressed via that photo: You say I never come visit, but you should be careful what you wish for; Surprise! we’re having a baby (chicken)!; Remember that money you owe me? I’d like it back; Congratulations on your new pet – oh it’s not a chicken? how banal; Congratulations on the new baby – I’d heard the stork had been replaced but this outsourcing trend is out of control; etc.
Victor, as usual, is possessed of an appalling lack of imagination, but then couples are supposed to be complementary, so maybe he just needs to appreciate how much money Beyonce will bring in. Please let me know when I can buy my greeting/note cards.
I just laughed so hard I woke up my 3 week-old newborn and now she’s screaming bloody murder but you know what? WORTH IT.
Freaking awesome.
omg…omg…I can’t even…ohh lord…
we just happen to need new towels. My husband disagrees. I wish I had your balls.
I’ve been following you for a while now, and have never left a comment. I have tweeted at you, and you followed me back so I felt like a celebrity for a few minutes one night. BUT I have to say, this is one of my favorite posts EVER, if not THEEE TOP FAVORITE. I’m not sure yet. But I can’t think of another I’ve enjoyed so much. The only thing that would make it better is if I had been there in person. But that would have involved ALOT of stalking and hunting you down and what not, and I’m just too lazy for all that shit. So that’s why I felt compelled to comment. Keep up the good work, and Happy Anniversary!
Oh, my god, Jenny… I apologize to Victor, but I can’t stop laughing. Now I want a 5-foot metal chicken, dammit! Xander could use a little surprise to come home to.
Like, “Honey, you know how you always have a raging cock for me? …I feel bad that I never have one for you…Fixed!”
Oh my gosh. I love you so much. I can not stop laughing. You totally made my day. I want to be your neighbor, and your best friend – no both. Will you be my neighbor?
XOXO,
ld
This is friggin hilarious. Thank you for this. I want a Beyonce’ too!
I don’t think I will take suggestions for an anniversary present from you, but I will say I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time!
And now I want that chicken! They have them ALL over Texas (I so don’t get it) but that is the biggest one I have seen and I want it!
I need one of these!! No, seriously.
While it would completely annoy my husband I just think it would add so much to my back porch which is a bunch of gypsy cowgirl junk <3
Oh… I forgot, where can I buy one!?!?!? I saw you are near Houston so DFW isn’t too far.
(They have a 6 foot one at Home Goods in San Antonio ~ Jenny)
This was the last post that I read last night. And the first post that I’m commenting on today. It is so memorable. I had to post it on all of my social networking sites, to share the love. Thank you Jenny for making a crappy week so much better. I wish I was in Texas to experience to the joy of shopping with you and Laura. Oh the fun we could have….
I haven’t laughed this hard since you introduced us to James Garfield. I desperately need a giant rooster now…
OK, let me get this straight.
Victor wanted you wet and dirty (or at least not dried and clean) so you went off and bought a huge metal cock?
AND it can sing! (Beyonce, duh)
You never display Victor on the lawn, that’s why he’s mad, he feels rejected. But really he should be all “I’m such a man my wife had to get a 5′ one to make me feel small”.
Um, I mean, has Victor READ your blog or even been paying attention the past fifteen years? “Don’t buy towels” is like a CHALLENGE to come home with something FAR MORE ridiculous to display your condescending amusement at his restrictions. BAM FIVE FOOT METAL CHICKEN, how do towels look NOW?!
Holy crap, Jenny! I just googled “giant chicken” and found this: http://roadsidegeorgia.com/site/bigchicken.html – a 56 foot chicken. Victor should be happy you showed some restraint.
And now that the demand for 5 foot metal chickens is inevitably going to skyrocket due to this post, he is probably worth more than you paid for him. SO it was like an investment.
I bought a giant chicken at Pecan Street last fall and had to walk back to our booth with it. I couldn’t see shit and walking slowly as to avoid a cocktastrophe. Still a drunk asshole slammed right into me and down I went onto 6th street with a giant chicken right on top of me. I bet it’s on YouTube somewhere.
This was awesome. And that’s on big f*cking chicken.
Oh thank God for you.
Oh geez. That was friggin hilarious. I love the chicken and I absolutely love that you’d be brave enough to drop that sucker off at someone’s house to cheer them up or show them things could be worse. Although that might be easier if it were not 5 feet and weighing in at, say, a decent amount of pounds? Love it.
And to think that I got rid of my big, metal chicken just before my 15th anniversary! Oh, that parting was NOT sweet sorrow 😀
I fucking love Beyonce and I don’t live that far from you so there might be a Beyonce in my future. Because, hello? Clearance!
Two weekends ago we were in Marble Falls and I found three giant metal chickens except they were MARIACHI chickens and they were $600. Walking away from them was one of the hardest moments of my life.
Thank-you for a great laugh, and a lesson on the “Passive-Aggressive Argument” technique…
I’m thinking Victor may have learned a lesson here?
This post just made my day 1000 times better! Hilarious.
The chicken is awesome.
15 years is big metal chicken! this makes me want to watch super troopers and bow to your brilliance. This might be my favorite bloggess story ever.
Quite possibly the funniest thing I’ve read this month!!! 🙂
Made my day!
Your metal chicken is bigger than my metal chicken, dad gum it!
What a great way to make some extra scratch (pun intended). You can post flyers advertising a private in house Beyonce concert and sell tickets. Download songs sung by chickens (they exist) and when people get there you can play the chicken music. I would totally go!
Victor is surprisingly hard to rattle because he has a wildebeest head on his wall and some other weird animals and his father-in-law is a taxidermist. Just sayin’
Wow, is this what rich folks do with there time? YIKE!!!
Yeah, you BOUGHT a giant metal chicken, but whose badass idea was it to MAKE the giant metal chicken(s)?
(Spoiler: Not mine. But someone out there is pretty badass.)
This is the kind of behavior that tells me you have a failing marriage or at least are headed for one. If your husband was being unreasonable, then you communicate and let it go, putting the ball in his court. You should have given him time to think about it, even if that meant a few weeks of going without your towels. Instead, you went behind his back, commiserated with another friend about him (a betrayal of trust in the marriage) and wasted money anyway on something that, while harmless in and of itself, amounted to a “fuck you” to your husband. If I were you, I would consider some marriage counseling, focusing on healthy communication and problem resolution and compromise.
Victor, you know you’re not allowed to comment on my blog.
And this is why dumb white bitches need to be sterilized.
Mom?
Has no one else wondered how one gets a 5 foot chicken home to begin with?
I feel like at some point your response to Victor should have been: “Well, CLUCK YOU, Motherclucker!”
My sister sent this to me knowing full well my 9th anniversary is tomorrow. I would love nothing more than to give that to my husband!
Wonderful!
I forgot to tell you, my ad money this month was officially for giant metal chickens.
I can’t even stop laughing long enough here to leave a decent comment.
I want that picture for a poster in my kitchen.
How do I do that???
I think that was easily the best blog post evah!
I very rarely crack up by myself in front of my computer… But this did it. Totally. HI-larious! I’ve shared with my husband and told him to watch his battle-pickin’ or we’ll end up with a giant chicken, too. 😛
BEST BLOG EVER!!
Your actions were childish, cowardly and wasteful. All you husband wanted was for you to do what he told you, how fucking hard is it for women to honor their men anymore? Oh yeh, go buy a damn chicken made of scrap metal and put it in his face to purposely piss him off. What the fuck? I really wonder how you’d react if he treated you in the same manner, but hey at least he’s a big fucking joke to you.
PS – I see you only approve positive comments supporting your website and actions because I’d be a bit damn surprised if you actually allowed what i have to say to you on this.
Fantastically funny story! I, too, want a big metal rooster…..and I think I found where to get one! Try this site: http://www.piperchase.com/categories/Rustic-Metal-Animals/Metal-Roosters/
Gonna read your blog now….best out there!
This has inspired me to name the next chicken we add to our flock “Beyonce.”.
I am dying with laughter now. I read this to my coworker, and she’s all “that is SO Jenesque!” which is how she describes anything that sounds like me. I laughed when I saw your name was Jen too, because hey, it’s now doubly Jenesque!
I’m pretty sure that someone, somewhere would be willing to sponsor Beyonce for a trip to BlogHer. Just sayin’
omg i’m crying reading this. it sounds just like life at my house – just with a 5′ tall teddy bear instead of a metal chicken. thanks for the giggles!
I laughed so hard. This was hilarious and victor should be happy. It wasn’t towels.
This is HILARIOUS. I was having a bad day and then I came across this post and my day suddenly got so much better. I needed this laughter and whimsy.
I…there…there are so many puns. SO MANY PUNS.
Tears, down my face. Where have you been all my life, anyway?
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies (All the single ladies)
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up
Up in the club, we just broke up
I’m doing my own little thing
You decided to dip but now you wanna trip
Cause another brother noticed me
I’m up on him, he up on me
don’t pay him any attention
Cause I cried my tears, for three good years
Ya can’t be mad at me
Cause if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it
If you liked it then you should’ve put a ring on it
Don’t be mad once you see that he want it
If you liked it then you should’ve put a ring on it
Bok Bok Bok Bok Bok Bok
Bok Bok Bok Bok Bok Bok
I hope I have a Victor someday.
sigh.
This was SO funny! I just came across your blog and I am laughing so hard at this post. I’m at work right now and a cleaner is in my classroom and I must look like an idiot because I’m shaking from trying not to laugh out loud while she’s in here! I need a giant chicken on-hand just so I can pull it out when necessary!
I just texted my honey “Knock Knock Motherfucker!” .. he responded with “are you high?” .. little does he know I’m just warning him! I need a giant cock in my life. (And yes, you can read an insult into that.)
You need to move him into the bedroom so that victor wakes up to the giant chicken staring him in the eyes. Awesome.
P.S. If you’re anywhere near Austin, can we be friends??
Wow. Just. Wow. It makes my chicken with the reflector in its stomach that I got in New Mexico at an awesome truck stop look downright…PUNY. Plus Beyonce has a pink neck. I’m not gonna show this post to my chicken with the reflector in its stomach. It’ll give him a complex. He doesn’t have a pink neck.
Wow, Victor…way to be Captain Funsucker. And, to Charlie Red…..Dude…seriously??!!
Effing hilarious. Best post I’ve read all day.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Thanks 🙂
I’m trying to imagine what my ex would have thought if I’d brought that much cock home. Sort of makes me wanna get married again! Also, from now on maybe Victor should only be allowed to use the hot pick beach towels? 😀 Nice work!
Haaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! I’m laughing SO HARD I’m crying!! Marriages need more humor like yours!! Hope your hubby can see the joke soon!!
Wow what the hell is wrong with Charlie Red? I never understand the impulse to work up the vitrol to attach a blogger about a persona story. If you don’t like the story- go the faulk away. No one here wants to ready your comment- assmunch.
Seriously, if you ever want to get rid of Beyonce, I will gladly take her. I collect them and the largest one I have is a 3 1/2 foot wooden cock I got on the beaches of Jamaica. I named him Shakespeare. In my house, only the really big ones get names.
You know what I just as much as your posts? Your commenters. Except the Debbie(Nathan)Downers which thankfully are few.
I just laughed so hard I cried. I saw Dori’s retweet of your post and came to look because I am also having a bad day. That really did help. I love Beyonce.
^what I LOVE* sorry
Dying over here I am laughing so hard. I just celebrated my sweet 16 with mr. k. I get it. There is a lot to it.
I need that chicken. Or to have you for a neighbor so I can pay it some visits now and then.
*** (200 dollars worth of free chicken?? cracking up!) ****
Well the question to ask yourself now is do you want to spend your future with your chicken or your husband. Because every day he looks at it, it will fester into something that some day nobody will be able to laugh off.
Where do you plan to go from here?
That’s true, because my first marriage ended by “festering chicken”.
Where do I plan to go from here? Honestly? I’m kind of hoping that Charlie Red from comment 296 is single. Because that man sounds like a joy to be with, and it’s pretty obvious that he’s totally into me.
DUDE. I was nursing Violet while I read this and I think *she* snorted milk out her nose. You are awesome.
I think Charlie Red is also jealous of the 5′ cock, though I am hoping that Jenny is coming up with a funny comment to put below his because come on, Nathan/Victor and Blank/Mom were almost as funny as “Knock-knock, Motherfucker.”
GO JENNY! SUCK IT, HATERS!
I love your story and the way you tell it!
Thanks for the laugh today!
Total Win. I do feel for Victor, but after 15 years he really ought to know what this ride is all about. Just absolutely love this!
Bravo!!!
that is flippin’ hilarious. i looooooove the chicken, but i have to say i feel a little sorry for poor victor. however… i’m all about gettin’ $200 of chicken for FREEEEEEEEEEEEE… keep it, honey. ;o)
Thank you so much for the laugh!!! Love it!!! I need a five foot tall metal chicken!
Hey everyone Charlie Red’s name is linked to his site. You can’t comment on his posts (of course not) BUT…we can email him!
You’ve got mail, mother fucker. BOO-YAH!!
Crap, my tenth anniversary is coming up in August. What the hell do I do now? A three foot papier mache pig? Bloggess, you make the anniversary gift giving standards wayyyyyy to high.
Oh hell. I just snorted when I read the caption underneath the picture of the chicken at the front door.
Ok! Love the story! I want a chicken like that! Where did you get it?
this was friggin hilarious!!!!! I love how your mind works!!! lol……….
“All you husband wanted was for you to do what he told you.” Now *that* cracked me up, Charlie.
This MADE MY DAY.
Thanks Beyonce.
This sounds like conversations I’ve had with friends while shopping, usually involving platform heels and feather boas. The chicken is by far more awesome.
If Victor doesn’t come around I think you should put the chicken in your bed – Godfather style (only don’t really kill the chicken, this is just for pretend).
I’ll buy that Chicken!
That is one big motherclucker.
That is absolutely hysterical!!!
You’re my insane kind of people!!
That chicken has Homegoods purchase written all over it. I have a paper mache giraffe that would go perfectly with it.
This is awesome. Last Sunday, I went to the farmer’s market and forgot that my guy told me not to buy any more tomato plants and I bought a dozen tomato plants. I still have them in my car. Now, I can show him this post and then bring in the tomato plants and tell him “at least it’s not a five-foot-tall metal chicken.” Laura was right. Perspective is everything.
This is absolutely hilarious!! How did I not know about your blog before this day…I cannot tell you the last time I laughed this hard and boy did I really need that today
My neighbor and I love these sorts of adventures. We would like to know you and Laura and buy you both a drink! And the chicken is AWESOME!
Ha. Maybe you will get some towels for your birthday?;) If not, I vote for Beyonce find a friend around Christmas time to sit out there in the yard with him! 😉
OMG! This is the best blog post I have ever ever read in my life!!! #1 – I wish Beyonce was on my doorstep…. #2 You made my day!
I would go shopping for towels with you any day.
Hilarious : )
Oh my goodness I just laughed so hard I cried. Clearly you are full of win!
Who posted this link to the “Angry Men With Disobedient Wife Issues” yahoo group, anyway?
I laughed so hard, I was in tears! Then I forwarded to my husband…
And besides? Now the chicken is an officially tax-deductible chicken. I can’t wait to see that line on your tax return. Beyoncé – Metal Chicken – $100.
AHAHAHA THIS IS SO FUNNY! My husband and I are cracking up! I love love your blog!
I kinda want to take Beyonce to Charlie Red’s house. Knock knock Motherfucker indeed.
Is Charlie Red being ironic? He must be. Hipsters only live their lives ironically.
This post is now 100 % more awesome thanks to that dude.
I have been giggling for ten solid minutes. This is awesome! Knock-knock, motherfucker.
This cock has so many hilarious possibilities!
I love you.
This is easily the hardest I’ve ever laughed at a blog post. And just as I was lamenting having to laugh by myself, my friend came online and was all, “OMG HAVE YOU SEEN BEYONCE? THE CHICKEN BEYONCE?” It was awesome.
Also awesome–how many people think this chicken is going to end your marriage. I’ve noticed that everyone who thinks this also seems to be sexist. Who would have thought “offended by giant chickens” and “sexist” went hand in hand.
Beyonce would make such a great playground toy. Except for the sharp edges.
Slight correction: Beyonce would make such a great playground toy for obnoxious children.
Also, I sincerely hope you have plans to leave Beyonce right next to Victor while he’s sleeping, then play a crowing rooster track at high volume to wake him up. Who wouldn’t want to wake up next to a mildly creepy 5 foot tall possibly psychopathic chicken?
Oh MY GOD!!! This is the best story EVER. You are amazing. Thank you so much for buying the chicken. I haven’t laughed so hard in ages. Thank you and thank you!
Suebob (#351) for comment of the day!
Thank you for this.
We’ve got an anniversary coming up and I’m tired of buying him wallets.
This post just keeps on giving. Thanks to you, Jenny, I now have a proper response to people who want to know why I divorced my ex-husband. Festering chicken.
And I also think you have a real chance with Charlie Red. *fingers crossed!!!*
This is too epic for words. I catch so much shit because I came to my present marriage with a serious collection of VERY NICE chickens that decorate my kitchen, AND WAITED FOR 10 YEARS to be unboxed in a kitchen bigger than a cabin cruiser galley. Well played. I could only hope to get such an epic opportunity for revenge.
OMG that is the funniest thing ever!!! LOVE IT!!!!!!
This story had me crying over my computer! I loved every minute of it! @Queenofspain on twitter was talking about it with her hubby @aaronvest (I can only imagine how that conversation was going)
This was hilarious and I swear I would keep that 5 foot chicken and I would move it around every week!
Yes Sister, pick your battles…but this wasn’t a fight, this was making an extreme point. Sometimes that’s just how you gotta roll.
Wait? Won’t James Garfield be jealous?
Man, I totally want to start a band and name it FESTERING CHICKEN in honor of comment #322.
Jesus. Christ. A Chicken.
It will be hard to top that next anniversary.
Like he didn’t know you’d come home with a giant chicken (which I totally covet btw)
I think this should start a new trend in chicken jokes.
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: To fester into something that some day nobody will be able to laugh off.
Great cautionary tale. Sent it to my husband.
Fucking fabulous. And now you have a new fan. Simply because, after seeing the chicken at the door, I almost peed just a little.
I think your blog went offline for a while because I sent the link to thousands of people who really, really need a laugh. Sorry about that. Not really.
wow…that there was about 10 minutes waste of Time I shall never see again, I know the ONLY relief I got out of it was this little bit of whimsy words I just had to share…tsk-tsk…some people just really should NEVER live above their means…seriously?!? some of that “wasted” $$$ really could’ve gone to better use to any of our local charities, really…
I’ve been married for 19 years this year, and I never know what to get him. THIS WOULD BE THE BEST GIFT EVER.
I now have chicken-envy.
Dammit. Now the 3 ft. pig on my doorstep seems puny. Thanks.
My husband is in love with you now. He and I both want a giant chicken in our yard because of you. You are awesome. And tell victor that towels require constant washing and drying, giant chicken does not. And the chicken can cut strangers. That baby is totally paying for itself.
Ok…. So after reading this, I honestly think the chicken paid for itself and then some just by the reaction and what happened in the store… I laughed and laughed and am still laughing by it all. I needed that greatly so thank you for sharing… I love it…
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Howie.
Howie who?
Howie fucking hard is it for women to honor their men anymore?
You are killing me with the awesome. I die.
You, my dear, are brilliantly funny. I’ve just discovered you!
O.M.G….I am in TEARS laughing so hard over this post….holy crap! Thanks for the good laugh…..
I needed this laugh today. Thank you. 🙂
You totally made my day! Oh thank you, mwah mwah mwah.
So funny I’m crying!
I, officially, can no longer read your blog at work.
This is a serious place, and to my surprise, they find my cubicle giggles and attempts to conceal my mirth a bit distracting.
This reminds me of that old parable, a cock at the door is better than one in the bushes. I might have that wrong.
You sound like how my sister and I act in a store with a giant chicken. We did something similar but with a giant can of sausage gravy from the dollar store. My parents were not thrilled with the 5 year joke of giving each other the can as a present for holidays. Well I think my mom saw the humor.
I can’t stop laughing. Beyonce is a great looking chicken. Hehehehehe.
Nathan, (285), Blank (287) and Charlie Red are bitter, bitter asshats.
I personally think they have a case of chicken envy.
They wish their “cocks” were as big…..
hee, hee.
This is the funniest thing I’ve read in a long time. Perhaps EVER. Man, I wish I was this cool.
Oh it hurts!!!! ROFL….
Tears streaming down my face. This post is a work of comic genius. Thank you.
This is why divorces happen. This isn’t funny at all! Its hundred of dollars wasted because she couldn’t control her spending. Our economy is in the dumps because of people like her. Next time do something positive with all this money you’re freely wasting like donate to a charity, horrible person.
I don’t know about you, but I added a HomeGoods shopping clause to my wedding vows. I AM obeying my husband by purchasing two red rollerskate statues – both left feet.
This clause also permits me to not leave Target without spending less than $300.
I have not laughed this hard in so long.
This is the best thing I’ve read all week! Towels aren’t half as good; they can’t cut you like a 5′ chicken can! 🙂
I just did a chiLcken spit-take. Not a cock one. That would be dirty.
Beyonce is beautimous.
~looking wistfully out my office window, for a chiLcken
Iit appears that #285… aka…some little Mr. Cranky Troll woke up on the wrong side of the marriage bed this morning!
This is actually the greatest thing I’ve read in over a week. I’m just sayin’.
You named a chicken Beyonce? That is truly great. I will tell you that the only thing better than buying a giant thing you can’t really carry is buying a giant thing that your boyfriend/husband/whatever doesn’t really want and then ends up carrying for you all the way back to your cruise ship where it takes up half of your tiny cabin for a week. Not that that happened to me or anything… (And now that giant Mexican planter is filled with weeds.)
I LOL’ed myself sick.
Best blog post I’ve read in a long time.
Did anyone else think of Boondock Saints 2? “Ding dong, motherfuckers, DING DONG!”
oh, honey, you make me cry in ways I totally enjoy.
OMG. I’m still laughing with tears running down my face. My husband loathes my visits to Home Goods . . . . but now I’m just saying at least I didn’t bring home a giant chicken.
You have me in tears over here, the kids are asking questions….they’re too young to subject to Beyonce and all her glory. You frockin’ rock!
You. Are. My. Hero.
Okay I know I’ve already commented on this post but reading the Nathan/Blank etc comments made me laugh alone. Reading your responses to them pretty much made me fall in love with you. You are simply the most awesome person in the world.
If you’re free I have a few haters I would LOVE for you to batter with your humour words. Let me know.
oh my goodness. I could NOT stop laughing. Thank you for brightening my day 🙂
Wow, some posters are so serious. They must be in need of a big cock named Beyonce.
Freaking AMAZING.
This could be an Aesop’s Fable. But, you know, way better.
I’m sorry, but I actually agree with what a few detractors have said, just not to the degree of misogyny they have taken it into. Victor was probably wrong with the tone he set when you left, but your reaction was also pretty juvenile. I doubt you would even contest that statement.
I actually think the chicken is pretty hilarious looking. His reaction to seeing the big dumb thing on the doorstep would probably have been great.
But I think you have to get rid of the chicken. You and Laura had a great laugh, but I think you ought to return/resell the thing. Someone above implied that it will just serve as a reminder of negative feelings every time Victor looks at it. I don’t claim to know how either of you actually feel, but I get the impression that he doesn’t see the humor in a big, sharp, rusty chicken.
And, in the end, you both should get to the root problem. Either, Victor didn’t like your choice of towels and is excluded from the decision (however small) or he felt that buying more would be a waste of money. If the former, it’s as simple as letting him make a couple small decisions (or even set a couple parameters, like a preference on dark blues and greens vs. hot pink). If it’s the latter, dumping $100 on a rust bucket chicken, however hilarious, is really going to be a big problem for him.
If you have that much money to throw away on a goof and an amusing blog post, then I’d hope you would make a matching contribution to a charity of your choice, perhaps http://www.stjude.org/ (St. Jude Children’s Hospital) or http://ww5.komen.org/ (Susan G. Komen, Breast Cancer research).
Anyway, good luck on handling the fallout with Victor, figuring out what the @#$% to do with Beyonce, and the blog.
From Jenny: You were actually very polite in your critique so I’ll give you an actual answer. Victor enjoys my sense of humor even when he wants to strangle me, and vice-versa. We have very similar personalities so that means I don’t actually call the police when he threatens to stab me for buying towels, or when he tries to convince me that I’m going to be attacked by night squirrels, or when he rigs all the faucets to spray directly at me. He actually thought this post was funny and spent most of the day on the phone with my host company trying to get it back online when the server went down. He did, however, mention that he really doesn’t like Beyonce in front of his window so we agreed to move it to my window together. The chicken was $99 and it’s awesome and makes great yard art and was a small price to pay for making so many people laugh. This is actually my job, so technically Beyonce is probably tax deductable and counts as work supplies. Regarding charity work, I’m not sure why every silly expenditure has to be linked with a justification of charity. When a normal person tells her coworkers that she decided to take her family on vacation she doesn’t usually get hit with a “Well, I hope you spend an equal amount on charity”. But, as you are probably new here I will share that I actually do a great deal of charity work here on this blog, and on a twitter account dedicated solely to helping others (@thegoodbloggess). My last silly expenditure (which Victor also was initially not pleased with) was a giant boar head. It too was almost $100, but that same boar head eventually inspired a charity drive 6 months ago (organized right here by my amazing readers) which lead to over $42k in gift cards being raised to help parents who were unable to buy Christmas presents for their children during the recession. You can read about it on the Washington Post. Or on The Huffington Post, where I was awarded “The Greatest Person of The Day” award. (It was a slow week, obviously.) I’m not saying all of this to defend myself, because almost everyone here already knows all of this. I’m just pointing it out to anyone new here. Ridiculous chickens and silly laughter are worthwhile and are nothing I would ever apologize for. My goal in life is to make people laugh. It’s my job and it’s how I support my family. In turn, they support what I write and if they have a problem with something, I don’t post it. I could have added all this to the post but I didn’t. Because this stuff isn’t funny. It’s just life. Which is not usually funny. Unless it includes giant metal chickens. Now, back to random silliness…)
This is my favorite post ever. Way to be!
sure it was immature. sure it was crap communication. but that doesn’t mean it was wrong. and hell, it was funny as FUCK and i say any husband who can’t learn to laugh at that doesn’t deserve a wife. all you men scolding jenny for this can go fuck each other. like a train, one ass fucking another ass fucking another ass fucking another. one long, ass-fuckin’ train of sexist chicken-haters.
oh my God, thank you. I am crying at my desk with laughter. “knock, knock motherfucker” had me burst out while coworkers look suspiciously over at me.
My cheeks hurt from laughing.
OMG. We seriously could b best friends!! I love it!!
Comments 285-288 are pure perfection. On your part Jenny!
And #296 Too hot for words. Oh wait, I’m not actually supposed to be able to see your comment.
And who knew giant metal chickens were so controversial. It’s probably because the chicken is transgendered or festering or something.
Huh, so that’s what year 15 anniversary gift is. A giant cock.
I don’t mean to be a stickler for anatomical correctness, but right there you have a giant rooster, cockerel or indeed, cock.
It seems even more appropriate.
Holy shit you are freaking hilarious. Be my friend, please.
http://lauragoesirish.blogspot.com
Actually, my neighbor has two enormous plastic chicken heads in his yard ! I think they are over 5 feet tall, too! Not sure why they are there or where they came from (a restaurant? a holiday parade float?) but they have been there for months! And we are not in Texas!
LOVE THIS!!! 🙂
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I was laughing to myself in my car thinking about the picture of the giant rooster at the door and it’s caption. “Knock-knock, motherfucker!”
This so beats my sitting in silence fuming at Ty when he asked me why I was throwing attitude to look at him, petulantly, and say, “Don’t talk to me like I’m a child.” Next time I’m going to purchase something that gets my point across in a more succinct way. Like a Giant Chicken. I aspire to be as awesomely able to communicate as you my dear interweb friend.
This marriage will last forever. (I’m a writer, so I know.)
I saw this and thought you should know.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/oddstuff/5174457/Lancasters-critters-Dead-animals-turned-to-art
You need hardcore therapy
I think i love you..
I want to be you when I grow up.
I considered not commenting, because I would just be reiterating just how friggin hilarious this was. I literally guffawed! Perhaps now Victor will think twice about fighting with you about something so benign as bath towels!
I think of these kinds of things often, and then chicken out. You make my dreams come true in this regard. It is every bit as fantastic as I imagine. maybe next time I’ll follow through, because ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Way to go, Jenny!
I laughed so hard I scared all 3 of my cats!
OMG – that was the funniest thing I have read in a loooong time! Thanks for making my day!
Can’t. Stop. Laughing. The tears…they burn… *giggle*
I feel for Victor, poor sap. I wouldn’t be able to keep it up like you did. I am full of admiration of you. He is sooo doomed. Hopefully he comes around so he can appreciate your twistedness again.
If Nathan, Blank, and Charlie weren’t being ironic (as the only even remotely non-I LOVE YOU comments it makes me wonder) then I sad about the lives they live. Imagine thinking that women should obey what men tell them to do. LOL. That is a path paved with 5′ metal chickens.
I would love to see the world through your eyes. Just thinking “knock knock motherfucker” sends me into giggles again. Thank you!
I’ve never read your blog before and totally stumbled on it from someones facebook post. I NEVER, EVER laugh out loud while in a room by myself. I can tell you, it’s not a good time to start that practice while you’re at work…with an office full of people. And when the owner came in and I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face….probably saying “knock-knock motherfucker” when she asked me what the hell was wrong with me could have gone in a bad direction. Thankfully, she read your blog post too and laughed with me. Thank you so much for helping me laugh out loud and indirectly managing to keep me employed. 🙂
I wish you were my WIFE and not in a lesbian way, unless you insisted, I FREAKING LOVE YOU and wish I had that 5 foot CHICKEN!
This should go in a blog on how to ruin a marriage….
I love it!
My mother always told me to pick my battles, but she was never very specific as to how to go about them, this is a perfect example. 🙂 I will never look at towels, or roosters, the same again.
To commentor #414 and Jenny:
This is the best example of Internet debate I have ever seen. Thank you both for taking a moment to put aside whatever knee jerk reaction you may have had and actually communicate what you think in a way that is not hateful, and for actually listening to what others say. I have been in some online communities made up of people who claim they are “social justice defenders” or “defenders of the marginalized” who treat everyone who disagrees with them as STUPID and EVIL and I hate it.
You are why I keep coming back to the Internet. Thanks.
I can’t decide if 414 is joking or being serious…either way, bravo Wordy! That was bloody hilarious!
Seriously, the most awesome thing EVER! You need to start a service where you charge people to put the giant, metal cock on their door step to surprise their housemates.
I may or may not have rescued a 4 foot tall black jaguar hand-painted piggy bank from the garbage room in my apartment building a few years ago. I also may or may not have placed it in the living room I shared with my often cranky roomate. Long story short, she hated Carlos (and I’m pretty sure I saw him shooting her a dirty look more than once), and he often sat on the chair next to me at the dining room table, I dressed him up for birthday parties, and he made the trip home for Christmas and I insisted he have the front seat and I took the back.
It never got old. And then one day she had company over and I relented and let her move him to the porch in the middle of a windstorm.
RIP, Carlos.
You had me at “This chicken has a shiv.” Say hello to your newest stalker.
🙂
This post is fantastic! My husband laughed so hard at it that he startled our cat. Although if my tiny yard ends up with a giant, metal, chicken, it will be because of you.
Though I pity anybody who thinks a giant metal chicken could cause a divorce. The strongest marrages I’ve seen always have a good bit of play and a sense of humor on both sides. So by that rule, your marrage may last forever.
You are officially metal chicken awesome and if Victor doesn’t love you anymore, I do.
God, I love you. My grandma just passed away this weekend and i really needed the laugh!!
Ps: That chicken is FUCKING AWSOME!!! I wish i had a chicken that was taller than me.
pps: everybody could use a 5 ft cock once in a while.
Sorry So Wordy = shouldn’t she be in a 3rd world country where she has no access to internet or clean water for that matter, helping someone herself instead of trying to read a hilarious blog! I am always curious when people make suggestions with MY money especially when they don’t do the research to find out where I already donate! I want send her a Bible, John 8:7 But when they continued asking him, he looked up and said to them, “He who is without sin among you, let him throw the first stone at her.” Also a 12 foot COCK, chicken whatever . . . just had to be said!
“Ridiculous Chicken” shall be my stripper name for the day. Of course, I will add an extra “L” and donate my twenties to charity.
Haha! I just read it again, and guffawed again! It’s the line about a really drunk lady being the only person who bought one. Haha, it takes me back to a time my sister and I would shop at our favorite pottery place. They’re no longer in business, but damn we found some great and weird stuff there (stuff only drunk ladies would buy!)
I’m definitely subscribing to your blog!
Irony between your title and clueless reactions = priceless.
I guarantee you will be divorced within 5 years.
Neither of you gives two shits about the other.
A sense of humor is wonderful. Using it as a tool to mock your partner? Well, it might be funny, but it sure don’t make a healthy marriage.
Jenny, I’ve got to wonder if Red/ Blank/Crazies coming out of the woodwork all have the same IP address. Or if they are targeted spam to “Keep down the bitches. They be gettin uppity ideas” The comments are remarkably similar!
I tried to write Charlie Red a love letter on his blog, but he’s turned the comments on his blog off…which is funny cause he’s accused you of filtering yours… silly Charlie!
OMG. Woman, I love you! You an the commenters have me in stitches!
It was also wonderful to read your response to the polite detractor (#414). I’m glad to know Victor has a sense of humor like yours. I may have asked this before, but does Victor have a single brother? One who likes crazy blonds?
I wish I lived nearby so you could cheer me up by leaving a giant metal cock* on my doorstep. (does not necessarily have to look like a chicken)
Victor needs to relax. LOL Way too funny.
What’s baffling to me is that I linked to this post on my fb and some of the most conservative (and closed minded) people I know read it and found it HILARIOUS. So who does that leave to post hateful comments? The open minded love it, the closed minded love it. Wait, the no-minded? Is that who is being so hateful?
Oh, and after 15 years… with all the antics you’ve pulled, if Victor were going to leave you, it would have happened long ago.
My wife came back from a trip with a 750 pound concrete life-size deer that took 6 men and a hernia to move to our back yard. Every once in a while one of the dogs notices it nestled amongst the yews and growls at it. I would have loved the metal chicken, especially after he rang the doorbell. But this never would have happened in our house – I’m the one always being told “don’t buy any more towels.” Seriously, help me out here – some of them are threadbare, holey and shredding because they were wedding gifts from 32 years ago. We NEED new towels! Even hot pink ones.
This is the first time I have read your blog and I am bookmarking it.. and am joining in the group who really, REALLY wants one of those chickens.
Someone else liked comment 414 and your response, but I’m cranky enough to think he’s a mansplainer:
http://karenhealey.livejournal.com/781085.html
Is the chicken made of tin? Because 15 years is tin. Just sayin’…
You my dear are the most awesome thing on the internet. My son just said, “Mom must be reading The Bloggess ’cause she’s laughing so hard she’s snorting.” Please do not ever change.
A friend shared this with me and I have never laughed so hard!! Way to go! Btw….I love the chicken! 😉
You know, I probably should have been more tollerant with my Ex. She wasn’t so bad after all. Could have been a lot worse.
I have laughed so much at this tonight, thank you! My hubby (having already read this when I showed him) could hear me muttering under my breath ‘When can I get hold of this…’ (Meaning some pen nibs) and shouted “YOU ARE NOT HAVING A 5FT METAL BLOODY CHICKEN!” He’s just so mean!
Wow. I wish I had read this at the beginning of the day so my entire day would have been awesome.
hahahahahahahahahahahahah I can’t…stop laaaauuuuggghhhiinggg!!! The next time I start to have a “debate” I will think Beyonce!!! Thank you so much for the laugh!
Okay, seriously. If I had a cock that looked like that, I’d be seeking serious medical attention, and a write up in two medical journals, and maybe even an above the fold mention on msn.com!
I feel so left out. No one is ever offended over my giant cock enough to complain on my blog about it. And I so wanted complete strangers with absolutely no grasp of context to pick meaningless fights with me about blocking comments when all of their comments are blocked. Dammit, Janet.
Am I the only one thinking that hot pink towels embossed with giant cocks and “Knock knock, mother fucker” would be an amazing compromise?
I found this to be petty, immature, and inane. Obviously there is a sense of entitlement going on if you value your stuff more than you value your relationship with the people around you. Maybe I don’t know you well enough, but through the whole story I found myself siding with the husband. It was not funny. It was wastefully and pointless. Grow up.
I used to be married to someone like Victor and thought things like the chicken were hilarious. Now I’m with someone much nicer. We have lots of towels, no 5-foot-tall chickens, and I don’t miss it a bit.
I have been having a crappy, fight with medical facilities kind of day and you made me laugh for the first time. Thank you.
I LOVE this! I’m keeping that in mind for my 15 year anniversary! 🙂
Jenny, you’re the best thing on the internet.
(not including porn)
I feel so empowered by this post.
You see, a couple of weeks ago I desired STRONGLY to buy a huge penis pinata and name him Chauncey: http://www.thebirdflipper.com/2011/05/i-made-penis-cookies-lets-just-start.html
And I imagined we’d have grand adventures around town, me and him at the drive-in, the two of us sharing a sundae, maybe checking in to the No-Tel Motel (yes, we really have one of those in Tucson, SAY WHAT?).
And my husband said, you don’t need to spend $50 on a penis pinata when we have diapers to buy.
But you know what? Fuck him, I’m gonna do it. And have a 3 foot penis pinata ring our doorbell.
Cuz that’s how I roll. Thank you, Jenny, for empowering my penis pinata purchase.
And #414… Bless your heart. (Gently pats your head, then patronizingly rubs your cheek). You’re adorable.
Fabulous business idea, I have moms lining up to work for my new “Chicken Delivery Service.” I think we need to buy a flock of these chickens and deliver them all over Oahu!! We have a truck, my tetanus shot is current, and I have a decent pair of running shoes that will be put to great use running from the doorbell chime.
If the giant metal chickens run short, we can hire someone to catch live, wild chickens and deliver them in boxes of say – 40?
And by the way, my husband laughed and agreed that this is something I would easily do. That is why I am nominating you for the “Marriage blog of the year award.” Classic.
still coming back to a) reread the blog; b) crack myself up reading “knock knock motherfucker” over and over again; c) to see what hill billy joe bob comment is coming next!
Thank you for this story. And I definitely think you need to sell some cards with the “Knock knock, motherfuckers” picture in your store for people to put up on their doors. Though I’d also offer the caption “No solicitors, please.” Also possibly a “This Chicken Will Cut You” t-shirt. I’d take bets that they’d pay for Beyonce themselves, and possibly also some towels.
On the subject of transgendered chickens, I submit for your consideration the University of Delaware mascot, YouDee, the Fightin’ Blue Hen. My understanding was that a hen was a female chicken, but YouDee is clearly male-identified, and is referred to using male pronouns. http://www.udel.edu/youdee/index.html
Finally, it’s clear to me that those who take issue with this situation have clear ideas about traditional gender roles, especially with respect to the earning and spending of money. Admittedly, the ability to purchase a $100 big metal chicken as an anniversary gift without consulting one’s spouse is a luxury not affordable to many Americans in the current economic climate, but since we live in an aspirational society where everyone at least *wishes* she or he could spend a discretionary $100 on a big metal chicken, I say even the impoverished should salute you, because laughter is good for the soul, and free.
Karen posted: The open minded love it, the closed minded love it. Wait, the no-minded? Is that who is being so hateful?
I have to answer, it isn’t about being open or closed minded, it is about where you are in your particular point in life. People who have money to burn, resources, and time are the ones who will enjoy this and maybe find the humor somewhere. If you are like me where we are struggling, living on a budget so tight that sometimes there is not enough for food, and have had to give up luxuries such as new towels than you can see where fighting over finances or spending $100 in order to make your husband mad does not sound funny. I am sure that in 10 years we will find this funny, but now, it just seems wasteful.
This post empowers me.
You see, a few weeks ago I really really wanted to purchase a 3 foot tall pink penis pinata…
…and name him Chauncey: http://www.thebirdflipper.com/2011/05/i-made-penis-cookies-lets-just-start.html
I imagined us going around town together… sitting head to (ahem) head watching a movie, sharing a sundae, maybe slipping into the No-Tel Motel together (yes Tucson actually has one of those, SAY WHAT?)
And my husband said, you don’t need a penis pinata… NO ONE needs a penis pinata. I said, how do you know that unless we get one? It might become indispensable.
Thanks to this post, I say FUCK ‘EM. I’m getting Chauncey. And we’ll be blissfully happy together.
To #414: Bless your lil’ heart ((Pats head, patronizingly rubs your cheek)… you’re adorable. Clearly you’re new here.
Someone issue her some Judy Garland trail mix.
Other commenters want a giant metal rooster but I *need* a giant metal rooster. I do. Out here on My Side Of The Mountain, NC people put life sized Jesus statues in their front yards and dress them in robes & capes. Purple capes, black robes, haven’t seen a Superman cape yet. Check it out: http://picplz.com/user/jessica1011/pic/6td4t/
I need a big ass metal rooster to put in my front yard and dress in a Superman cape so I can keep up with my hillbilly Joneses neighbors. Can you picture a big old metal rooster getting his Jesus Cape on in my front yard?
http://picplz.com/user/jessica1011/pic/gkxf7/
Also, does anybody else find themselves trying really hard to click Like for 92.8% of these comments? Anybody?
Wait!!!! I accidentally hit ‘Done’ and I wasn’t!
Third – comedy is her job, therefore giant chickens are a business expense (Seriously? I need a jOb like that). And Jenny also uses her powers for good and organized one o the most amaIng charity events I have ever witnessed or participated in.
She IS better than Morher Theresa; she didn’t seem to have any sense of humor….
Rock on, Jenny, rock on.
Ahhhh…lighten up baby, I am in love with you! So damn funny; the men’s comments…they dont have a clue about the time you two acted like you had a meth lab one morn while at the convenience store in your pajamas!! That was too damn funny as well! Love, love, love it!
Reminds me of this….
http://www.maniacworld.com/law-and-order-with-chickens.html
Bok bok… bleah..
It makes me feel weird when you’re serious, Jenny.
My Anniversary is in august how the fuck am i supposed to top that? lololololol I’m buying frick n towels!!!!
sighhhhhh!!!!!! Sounds like we are married to the same man !!!!
Oh my God.
Good luck beating that for your sixteenth.
“that’s like $200 worth of chicken for free” – so awesome.
thank you, I needed this laugh today. I am still laughing. I need a 5 foot tin chicken.
This blog post made me laugh harder than I have in a really long time. That picture was friggin’ priceless. Thanks for making my day with this one 🙂
So now Beyonce should, naturally, be a place to hang the beach towels.
Is it wrong that I read comment #363 as that she was tired of buying her husband *whales*? I thought she was trying to outdo you like, “Oh, you think giant anniversary cocks are cool? Well, I’ve bought my husband anniversary *whales*!”
Damn, I’d buy giant cocks and whales if I had the money! You rock, girl!
The only thing that could possibly rival this ….. is the purchase of a 5 ft tall egg.
And then, once and for all, we could answer the question of which came first. Obviously it was the chicken.
Thank you for this. Who knew a picture of a giant metal chicken named Beyonce standing menacingly at your front door was exactly what I needed to see? I showed this to my husband as a warning… Then again, I *have* brought home a hat that looks like a panda bear. (Panda’s name is Mortimer. Let’s face it, he’s no Beyonce.)