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.
You do not talk about chicken club.
You do NOT TALK about chicken club.