The Time-Traveling Chicken
A chicken walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender looks at the chicken and asks, “Wait a minute, aren’t you supposed to be crossing the road?”
The chicken smirks and says, “I’ve been there, done that. I’m in a new phase of life now.”
The bartender raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean? What’s next for you?”
The chicken pulls out a futuristic-looking watch. “I’m a time traveler now. I’ve been crossing roads in different dimensions, meeting chickens from all over history!”
The bartender laughs. “You’re telling me you’re a time-traveling chicken?”
“Yep,” the chicken says, “And I’ve learned one thing: the grass is always greener on the other side of the road… but not the same dimension.”
