
CHICKEN SOUP JOKE
Moments before a famous Shakespearean actor was to perform Hamlet to a packed house in New York, he dropped
dead. The house manager solemnly went onstage and announced, "We are sorry to bring you this news, but our performance tonight
has been canceled due to the untimely demise of our featured performer."
From the back of the theater a voice cried
out, "Give him some chicken soup!"
Startled, the stage manager cleared his throat and replied, "I apologize if in my
grief I have not made my solemn message clear. The man is deceased."
Once again, but more emphatically the voice rang
out, "Give him some chicken soup!"
Having had quite enough, the manager bellowed back, "Sir, the man is dead! Giving
him chicken soup couldn't possibly help."
To which the voice replied, "Well, it couldn't hurt!"
K.O.C., a Primo forum participant, on Ceramic Test Pilots
,,,, we have it all in perfect priority. It's is "them" who are so pittyfully
off base. Those "thems" who have not ventured into our cult. They are prisoners to the complacency of propane, briquetts,
and microwaves. Anyone can cook outside in perfect spring or fall weather. But only we can master the elements as we produce
works of culinary delight, the likes of which can not be purchased at any retail outlet on this tiny planet. Real masterpieces
must be created individually, just as the classic works of art were. We are the ceramic test-pilots. We cook by the seat of
our pants without fear. We face fire, smoke, insects, frostbite, loss of facial hair, and permantly scarred knuckels. We don't
do it for pay. We do it,,,,, because someone's gotta do it. If for no other reason than to insure the survival of our species.
Just take notice,, our species are much healthier looking that those down the street. You know, the skinny ones that love
bar-b-que from the market, or smoked meats that come in shrink wrap. Not our offspring! Ours species are spoiled to our knowledge.
We are the elite. Surely we cook in the face of death, but look how far it has taken us. And if it were not for us, we, the
elite ceramic test-pilot cultists, the earth would be up to its neck in an overflow of domestic chickens, pigs, cows, and
fish, not to mention the wild game we convert to masterpieces. We fly without a shute. We soar without a net,,, and we never
worry about looking down,, cause, we are nuts! :)..
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