Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for August 04, 2023

Leville Ninton Was it alive?

Baolo Pallesteros One time I was one hour, 17 minutes, and four seconds old.

And how do the chickens determine who the highest ranking rooster is?

May the Lord be with you as He is with me.

I watched as much of that Eat Bulaga eposide as I could. Honestly, though, I did switch to the Fishing Channel for a little excitement.

okay i believe all of these

Broccoli, might as well have a snake in it. Or a garden slug. Or cockroaches. Nasty stuff. Go ahead and eat it, broccoli lovers. Go right ahead.

May the hoarder be with you as he is with broccoliiiiiiii. And gesundheit.

We stayed at an RV Park next to an Arizona orchard full of free-range chickens. ALL of the roosters crowed continually, day and night.

Yesterday I found a worm on a cob of corn. The Horrors!!

I hope the broccoli and the snake were returned to the store.

And Paolo won a D^mb Azz of the day plaque.

I have to call hogwash on the privileged rooster claim. We have four roosters within earshot, and I’m often awake and enjoying coffee and a pipe at dawn from the front porch. They’ll crow well before the sky even begins to lighten. I don’t think it’s the same one that starts the cockophony. (Yes, I know. But they are roosters.)

Having raised chickens on a small hobby farm I agree

Isn’t Bulaga the name of a former NFL football player? Are they cannibals?

Another reason to stay far away from broccoli, as if I needed one. YUCK. To be fair, I like snakes way more than broccoli.

The others don’t start the crowing in the morning because they’re too chicken.

Our family friend Evelyn’s only long road trip was with Mom to Virginia to visit Aunt Mary and Uncle Vaughan. The night they arrived they had fried chicken, and Evelyn took two pieces to start with. “Hmph – She’s Methodist,” said Vaughan – and actually, she was – then explained that whenever his family moved to a new town they’d go to a different church each Sunday until they settled on one to join (usually Baptist) and invite the pastor over for fried chicken. The Methodist ministers would invariably take two pieces.

On their last day they went to a farmer’s market and Evelyn bought a big bag of produce to take home to Illinois. Back home she found a slithering visitor in her kitchen, and accused Vaughan of putting a “Baptist snake” in her bag. Vaughan replied that if it WAS Baptist, “It wouldn’t dance, it wouldn’t drink, and it would only take one piece of chicken.”

My sister’s rooster, Dumb Cluck, crowed all night long. He only shut up after dawn. The coyotes eventually got him.