This thread reminded me of Billy Bob and his pet chicken.
Good ole boy Billy Bob was out cruising in his Chevy pickup with his pet chicken when he passed the movie marquee announcing a matinee showing of Top Gun.
"Dang," he said, "I've been wantin' to see that movie, but I cain't jest leave my chicken in this hot truck." Then he had a brainstorm.
"I know whut I'll do," Billy Bob thought, "I'll jest stuff my chicken down my overalls and go on in and watch that movie." So he parked his pickup, stuffed the chicken down his overalls, purchased a ticket, and entered the theater and took a seat.
Soon after the movie started, Billy Bob's chicken started getting restless and poked it's head out the fly of Billy Bob's overalls, but in the darkened theater no one noticed.
By and by, the young woman sitting in the seat next to Billy Bob's turned to her fiance and whispered, "Curtis, this hillbilly sittin' next to me is exposin' hisself!"
"Well, Lurleen," her fiance said, "Jest keep watchin' the movie and maybe he'll stop."
Meanwhile, the chicken's head is bobbing all around in the cool darkness of the theater.
Lurleen leaned toward her fiance again and whispered, "Curtis, he's still exposin' hisself."
"Dang, Lurleen," Curtis exclaimed, "jest try to ignore it."
"I cain't ignore it," Lurleen pleaded.
"Why cain't you ignore it?" Curtis asked.
"'Cause," she wailed, "now it's eating my popcorn!"
