Indian News Channels: Breaking News! Chicken crossed the road! Tune into our special show about it at 9 pm tonight.
Nicolas Sarkozy: Ze cheeckeen? Where? Where? Perhaps my Carla would like eet!
Atal Bihari Vajpayee: The chicken *pause of 10 seconds* crossed *pause of 15 seconds* the road *pause of 20 seconds* because *indefinite pause*…
Arjun Singh: Now, all these privileged upper caste chickens won’t have monopoly over crossing the road. 49.5% of the road is reserved henceforth for the OBC/SC/ST chickens. (If we have our way, the upper caste chickens will soon be banned from crossing the roads altogether.)
The Supreme Court of India: Aye, aye, aye! But butter-y, cream-y chickens are not allowed to have a share in that 49.5%.
Yousuf Gilani: Let’s get back to our old whining. No compromise on Kashmir. The chicken question is secondary, you territory-grabbing Indians! And anyway, our chicken has already been outed from power.
The Taliban: It was a female chicken and without a burqa and a male relative. We will not answer the question but there is going to be a public stoning of that chicken.
John F. Kennedy: Ich bin ein Chickenliner.
Voltaire: I don’t agree with the chicken crossing the road but I will defend to death its right to cross it.
Sartre: Because it had found out that “Hell is other people” and hence, it was escaping. Now, shut up and let me kiss ma belle Simone.
Martin Luther King, Jr.: I have a dream. It is to see the chicken cross the road without being questioned.
Le Corbusier: It was checking out my beautiful little Chandigarh’s 90-degrees road planning.
William Wordsworth: It wanted to wander lonely as a cloud.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Pablo Neruda: To sing a song of despair.
Hamlet: To cross or not to cross is the real question.
Caesar: Et tu, chick?
Robert Frost: Because it wanted to cross The Road Less Travelled and to make all the difference.
Rudyard Kipling: If you can cross the unforgiving road/ With(in) sixty seconds’ worth of distance run/ Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it/ And – which is more – you’ll be a Chicken, my son!
Edgar Allan Poe: Ghastly, grim, and ancient chicken, wandering while crossing a road and more/…../Quoth the chicken, “Nevermore”.
Douglas Adams: 42.
Marvin, the Paranoid Android: Chickens! Don’t talk to me about chickens! You can loathe them or ignore them but you can’t like watching them cross the road.
Voldemort: Who the hell cares about a chicken, you foolish, filthy Muggle? Avada Kedavra!
Luna Lovegood: It was not a chicken. My Daddy told me that it was a Crumple-Horned Snorkack.
Grindelwald and the 17-year old Dumbledore: For the Greater Good.
Plato *copying the two wizards*: Yes, I put my bet on that too. For the Greater Good it is!
The Agnostic: The chicken, if that’s what it really was, crossed the road, if that’s what it really crossed – if it crossed at all – to uh… hmmm… I don’t know!
The Atheist: I don’t believe there ever was a chicken. I don’t even believe there ever was a road. Neither of them existed. This is a trap!
The Paranoid: Why are you asking me? No, why are you asking me? How should I know? Really! And why do you want to know?
Blonde/Sardar(ni)/Drenched: She was in what? You know, the chick… what was the chick in? Without that information, I can’t tell anything.
The Creepy Old Man of KFC (what’s his name?): Chicken? Damn! We missed one?
Amitabh Bachchan/Shah Rukh Khan: Why did the chicken cross the road? A: It did it by mistake; B: It was forced to do so; C: It wanted to meet its family standing on the other side of the road; D: It wasn’t a chicken at all.
(K)Ekta Kapoor: Kyunki (k)chicken (k)bhi kabhi (k)egg (k)tha.
Mallika Sherawat: After having lived in such an oppressive environment where it had no rights, the chicken finally broke free and is now exposing itself to the world by crossing the road. It’s not a hypocrite like all others.
Australian Press: Just like the Indian Cricket Team, the Indian chickens are also ill-mannered and rude. [Four pages dedicated to slandering the Indian chickens.]
Elvis Presley: It was walking to the Jailhouse Rock.
Bob Dylan: How many roads must a chicken cross before it can stop being questioned? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind.
John Lennon: You may say the chicken is a dreamer, but it’s not the only one.
The Beatles: Because it was tired of sitting on a cornflake and waiting for the van to come.
Pink Floyd: On the day the wall came down, the chickens threw the coop locks onto the ground, and with beaks high, they raised a cry, for freedom had arrived.
Led Zeppelin: To reach the stairway to heaven on the other side.
Hilarious! i found this here.