The premise is that you'll do amazing things for the chicken and once you get the chicken you'll forget all your worries, which might include having been stuck on a deserted island for years and thus losing the love of your life.
Talking to Kyle yesterday about his upcoming kid...

"So, how's she going to have the baby? Is she going to go to one of those places where they put you in a pool and then a bunch of hippies hug you until the baby comes out?"


"Or is she going to go to the hospital and get those drugs that make you so messed up you don't notice that a human being is crawling out of you?"

"Man, that's ... that's not right."

I don't know anything about babies.
From MSNBC.com: "Bush tells Naval grads of post 9/11 needs"

Yeah, way to get right on that.
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