Shver tsu zayn a hun.

I don't do it for the money, I do it for the chicks.

To Steven Turnage, it was bad enough to dress up in a chicken suit and stand along a city street in 105-degree heat. Having passers-by shoot bottle rockets at him has him crying foul.

"People don't take this costume seriously," said Turnage, who wears the suit to promote a fast-food restaurant. [...] Turnage said that during the two weeks he has worn the chicken suit people have thrown smokeless tobacco cans at him and tossed frozen drinks. After a bottle rocket attack, he called police.

"It's challenging," Turnage said. "You've got to be very dedicated and have a high tolerance for heat. You almost have to have a calling from the Lord to do this type of work."

If the Lord calls you to stand by the side of the road in a giant chicken suit in the dead of summer, it's time to change religions. I'm a little surprised they didn't just make the foul/fowl pun in the first paragraph explicit, but it probably would have set tongues clucking. Seriously, though, bottle rockets are a bit much. We don't need another one of these.