So, husband and I are sitting here, Glitching, as we do before bedtime most nights (because we are just THAT exciting), and he turns to me and says, "I just squeezed a chicken named Chuck Norris."
A second passes and then he says, "Actually, you don't squeeze a chicken named Chuck Norris. A chicken named Chuck Norris puts itself in your hand and compresses your fingers around itself and allows the grain to escape."