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Why Did the Chicken Write a Blog?

uspandey / 22 Jan, 17 /

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ARNAB GOSWAMI:
Can you tell this, on this channel, right in front of all of us: why can’t the chicken write a blog? The nation wants to know.

RAHUL GANDHI:
The chicken has written the biggest blog since Independence and is now running away from debate. If it allows me to post a comment, there will be an earthquake.

VLADIMIR PUTIN:
To ask the chicken why it blogs is up to God, but to send it to Him is up to me.

DONALD TRUMP:
Chicken is not going to write a blog anymore without consequences. Not going to happen.

WINSTON CHURCHILL: The chicken is an incorrigible blogger. Google may ignore it, readers may deplore it, but in the end, there it is.

STEPHEN HAWKING:
Without the chicken, neither you nor I would blog about a black hole.

STEPHEN KING:
Because bloggers are real, and chickens are real too. They live inside laptops, and sometimes, they whine.

PAULO COELHO:
Whenever a chicken blogs, a part of the Internet writes too. Everything the chicken felt, experienced and said melts into the sunset.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE:
Chickens at some time are bloggers of their fates:
The fault, dear Theresa, is not in our iPads,
But in the cerebrums, that are dwindling.

CHARLES DICKENS:
It was one of those chicken blogs where the comments rain hard and the traffic soars: but only in the dreams, and trances of the afternoon.

P. B. SHELLEY:
The bugle of Bloggery! O Wind,
If the frog croaks, can Chicken be far behind?

SAMUEL BECKETT:
Chicken flaps, nobody comments, nobody likes, it’s awful!

ROBERT FROST:
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere eggs and eggs hence:
Two chickens blogged in a wood, and I—
I ate the one less caramelized.

PABLO NERUDA:
What does it matter that the chicken is a blogger.
The Facebook is shattered and she is not my friend.

T. S. ELIOT:
In the web chickens drum and ping
Blogging on Xi Jinping.

EARNEST HEMINGWAY:
To cry for footfalls. Till the end.

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