How are youcka doodle doo?

The other night, drinking of course, Kim suddenly decides she has chicken teret's. She starts clucking and bocking and crowing cock a doodle doo at the top of her lungs in the middle of sentences. I haven't laughed that hard since Steve, in pitch darkness, ran straight off the side of the cliff into the river below, we didn't know there was a cliff or a river, until we heard the splash. Anyway, the next morning, I asked Ron if he heard me come in last night. He says no, but I heard a chicken.
Her rooster is much better than her elephant.