Once you realise that the punchline to the infamous 'why did the chicken cross the road' gag is not so much an obvious matter-of-fact statement, but a cruel pun that suggests it is hit and dies (thus prompting a journey over to the mysterious unknown of 'the other side'), you find it a lot harder to find things funny anymore. To you, it might seem like the imagined fate of a hypothetical bird, but to me, it sums up the futility of trying to do anything, go anywhere, and be someone, because it conveys that ultimately you'll inevitably be cut down in your prime.
I don't get invited to many parties...
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