My brother and I were kids during the end of the Cold War and definitely got this one. But my dad was a gallows humor type who claimed he’d run toward the mushroom clubs if it ever happened, better to end it quick.
Chickens are semi-cannibalistic, and if their eggs are broken, they will eat them.
Or at least I assume this bit of trivia is what Larson is after. Sometimes we think he’s playing 4D chess when he’s a few X’s short of a tic-tac-toe. (And the reverse as well)
Having been around chickens I wouldn’t say semi-cannabalistic, they’ll totally eat each other if one of them dies even if there’s plenty of their regular feed lying around.
He tripped in front of the chickens while gathering their eggs, destroying all their hard work, and now they look at him in disgust and disappointment.
And that’s why you never keep all your eggs in one basket.
Really should try roasting the house with oil salt and pepper at 400 degrees for 20 minutes, adding parmesan in the last 5. I’ll be knocking on that door in no time.
Maybe as the world has leaned in even harder on the absurd, that the Far Side absurdity doesn’t land anymore. Or it could be that we’re all older and realize how absurd the rest of reality is. Sorta like how The Onion has to hit pretty hard now to manage satire in the last 8-10 years.
This one could baffle future generations. Phone booths were mostly done when I was growing up, but I think kids would play a game where they would see how many people could fit in a booth, right?
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