Gary owns a chicken restaurant that's been through 4 names in just three years. He started with Mother Cluckers. Shut yo mouth. Hey, I'm just talking 'bout Gary.
His landlord thought that was a little racy. So Gary switched to C.R. Smokin' Chicks. Too bad people thought it was a strip club. A strip club where all the dancers smell like chicken? That'd make a bunch of money in this state.
So Gary got rid of the C.R. and just went with Smokin' Chix. Which was fine until he got sued by a Missouri restaurant with the same name.
Then Gary added ribs to the menu and renamed it Smokin' Ribs and Chicks. Unfortunately, the trademark office turned down the name because it too close to another Missouri restaurant.
So now Gary is a man without a name. Well you now we swell interweb types can't put up with that. So here you go, Gary. This is what scheduled spontaneous creativity will do for you.
- Tastes Like Rattlesnake
- The Breading Beneath My Wings
- Hot Thighs Check Them and See
- Southern Fried Chicks
- Finger Lickin' Chicks
- Chix Marks the Spot
- Nibblelicious
- Sir Clucks a Lot
- Suicide Chix
- Chick 'N Jive
- Not Cleavacious Breasts
- Mason Dixie Chicks
- Poultry Pantry
- Wings and Things
- Fry Like An Eagle
Okay, I'll shut up now.
5 comments:
Fry like an eagle is my all-time fave.
I will be back later with something clever of my own. Should just take four or five hours.
yyyyyyyyyyep. Still nothing. Let's see if some Taco Bell inspires.
ok. lunch AND i napped in my car. still nothing.
5:02 and still nothing. Chicken Tenders? No.
I think I'll call it a day.
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