Cast and Crew

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Where Did Ingrid Go? Part 2

Some of you may recall that Ingrid recently flew the coop for a night of adventures and mayhem. Strict interrogations led nowhere. That chicken knows how to keep her beak shut. In this day and age, however, the internet is an unstoppable tool of revealing truth. The following pictures have been leaked to us in confidence (please, don't ask us to reveal our sources). In combination with letters of admonishment from local business owners, we have reconstructed Ingrid's steps.

22:16 hours. Ingrid is spotted on the dance floor, shaking her groove thing. She apparently terrified the crowd when she let loose to "Play that funky music, white meat."

23:47 hours. The owner of a very nice pub in downtown Everett told us, "A young thing, looked like a spring chicken to me, well she came in and set the whole place on its ear with her drinking games and cackling laugh. I had to cut her off at the twelfth pint, and that crazy thing threatened to peck me!"

25:12 hours. A very nervous source also sighted Ingrid at a local tattoo parlor. When asked what tattoo she requested, he explained that she had had an extensive argument with the tattoo artist about the word PLAYER vs LAYER. We have seen no evidence of any tattoos yet.

Though this last photo came to us courtesy of the world wide web, we cannot trace its source. The best we could conclude were the following rules.

  1. You do not talk about chicken club.

  2. You do NOT TALK about chicken club.


  1. Hahaha...oh Ingrid you are my kind of chicken =)

  2. "You do not talk about chicken club!" LOL! Too funny! (even more so since that is one of my all time favorite movies). Sure sounds like she had a heck of a night! Chickens gone wild...better keep her cooped up during Mardi Gras!

  3. Oh my gosh I laughed so hard!! Ingrid sure does get around.

  4. Oh, this is soooo funny!!!! You come up with some of the best blogs!

  5. Seriously though... Where was she>????

  6. Mike, your guess is as good as mine. We looked everywhere for Ingrid the night she disappeared, and we went to bed knowing that she had been taken by a hawk or an owl. We were seriously depressed. The next morning, Aimee went out back and shook the container of scratch (a sure-fire way to get all the hens running toward you), and, sure enough, little miss came running. She looked a little hung over and hungry, but other than that she was fine. It hasn't happened since.

  7. I love it!!! Ingrid certainly is a dirty stop out! Love the blog and what you are doing - Chucks rock!

  8. What a floozy. You never see my girls behaving so abominal. I must say she looked like the life of the party. I wonder if she had a hangover and just felt like "laying" around the nest day.


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