The day finally came, the chicken is gone. I know, that came as quite a blow, but there’s just no easy way to break the news. As promised, here’s the final epic multimedia farewell post. In the final days, this thing was hop’n and hangin quite a bit, so I didn’t even try to post updates. The final day was, in a pair of words, infuriating and messy. Read on fellow bagokolytes.
Yes pilgrims, the end is near. The house has been sold, and they’re in the process of moving out. The chicken on the other hand is going through some kind of frantic convulsions. Seems like every time I go by the place, it’s in a completely new position. I’ve been getting pics, but I think I’m going to save them up for an epic multimedia farewell post. The last pic I took (so far) seems to sum up the era of the ceramic cock quite succinctly. Stay tuned.
Boy howdy, someone hit that thing with a taser. I noticed that it had moved again to the pic below, but was informed by Maydog and my folks a couple hours later that it is now hanging upside down again. I know you’re thinking that maybe I caught it at just the right time, but it was (as pictured) there from mid-morning to after dinner. Then it was hanging again. Just might be a record for one spot.
I’m going to put up another page just for positional and statistical data in regards to this spotted ceramic cock. Stay tuned.
And as a side note, I found some information on the category title.
The word “Bagok” originates from the Kurdish one and consists of two syllables: “Ba”, the wind and “gok” approximately, like the ball, and means about “the circling wind”.
Personally, I think it sounds like a chicken.
It’s hanging again. I tried to get a pic, since it was in a slightly different position than usual, but failed miserably (I think I almost got busted).
So what happened to the VooDoo Chicken category? Well, I changed it to something more meningful. The new name was part of a song, Black Dog, off of Dogy Style’s second album. I liked it back in the day, and it’s still funny as hell. Not as much as Elvis Hitler playing Green Haze. Yeah, whod’a thunk it, the music of Jimi’s Purple Haze, but the lyrics of the 60’s TV show Green Acres. Now that’s some twisted shit there.
This is a new position. I think it’s taking a nap or something now. I seriously doubt that it fell, since it’s now resting it’s head on a brown pillow. It moved sometime between 4:40pm and 5:10pm this afternoon.
Well, it’s now hanging upside down again. Not gonna post another pic of it, just noting that it moved.
Just when I was getting used to seeing that fucking thing hanging upside down, it moves. I know you guys were thinking that I was really BS’n about this, but I’m not. As a matter of fact, I made a whole new category dedicated to this fucking chicken and it’s migritory habbits (it’ll still be posted in the WTF section too).
Like a freakin ninja I crunk stole up and snapped this pic:
And y’all thought I was making this shit up.
For those that missed the original post, click HERE.
So, I have this really fucked up neighbor. I mean, this guy isn’t just over the top, he’s so far out there that he’s not even on the scope.