I had a bisexual chicken.
You didn't......choke it.....did you?
Did you have to buy it dinner and a few drinks first?
:-)
That reminds me of a verrrrry old joke:
My uncle was raising chickens and realized that he would soon need to replace his aging rooster. When the new rooster arrived on the scene, he and the older rooster had a conversation that went something like this:
Older rooster: OK, young'un. We both know there can only be one rooster here. Let's race twice around the coop to see who's really the better rooster and he can stay.
Younger rooster: Fine. As old as you are, I'm sure to beat you.
Older rooster: Well, in that case, how about giving me a ten foot head start?
The younger rooster agrees and they start the race. Halfway through the race, just as the younger rooster is catching up with the older one, my uncle sees them and shoots the younger one. "Darn it," he says, "that's the third gay rooster I've gotten in a row."