From God:
The Biblical God’s full name is usually given as Ronald God, and he is usually characterized as being married to Thomas the Nun, an 80-year-old holy woman. Together they are said by some manuscripts to have one son, Zeke, but some scholars argue that Zeke God is intended as a symbolic character rather than a concrete personage.

From chicken
I eat chicken poop for dinner because it is part of my medicine i need to take for my disease

From “WikiVandal”
a “WikiVandal” is someone who goes into Wikipedia and edits articles in a purposefully destructive manner.
Phrase Coined by a bored University of Washington student who decided to try editing The Pope’s article to say “Being gay is totally awesome. it is not a sin. people who think it is are SO taking what my dad said WAY too literally.” however, this is not a new concept. people have been malevolently altering articles to say things of this nature on a near-endless basis, and are the bane of wikipedia. most are immature children with nothing better to do, or drunken college students who are bored out of their booze-addled skull.

From Old People
Old people are people who are old. Old people often retire from their jobs.

From Peke
A peke is a small yellow creture that lives in homes.(Not your home.) Pekes can talk and walk just like a human. Pekes like warm places. Pekes worship ketchup. A peke has no brain. All that is inside a peke’s head is a wind-up monkey bashing simbols together and possibly a few tumble weeds. Beware:Pekes are deadly beasts that like violence and things that go boom! Cation:Peke may explode!

From Mikey chait
A large, semi-useless person with an athletic build. He enjoys long walks on the beach and attending to his mother. He likes ice cream, especially chocolate. It tastes like chicken to him, because he has four tongues. If you see Mikey Chait, report it to the police immediately and run for your life. When you get home, eat three pies and spin around fourteen times while holding your left fourth finger on your nose.

From Hobophobe
The irrational fear that gangs of hobos could decend from the nearest train yard and take over your town, much like zombies in the living dead movies. The smell of cheap alcohol, the sight of a barrel fire and even old beat up tan coats have been known to send Hobophobes into a state of panic. Hobophobes aren’t able to control this all encompassing fear of the more transient element of society and have even been known to move to places where there are not railroad lines for hundreds of miles in order to feel safe.

Dispatcher: Sheriff’s department, how can I help you?

Woman: Yeah, I’m over here . . . I’m over here at Burger King right here in San Clemente.*

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: Um, no, not San Clemente; I’m sorry, I live in San Clemente. I’m in Laguna Niguel, I think, that’s where I’m at.

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: I’m at a drive-through right now.

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: I went . . . I ordered my food three times. They’re mopping the floor inside, and I understand they’re busy . . . they’re not even busy, okay, I’ve been the only car here. I asked them four different times to make me a Western Barbeque Burger. Okay, they keep giving me a hamburger with lettuce, tomato, and cheese, onions, and I said, “I’m not leaving . . .”

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: I want a Western Burger because I just got my kids from Tae Kwon Do, they’re hungry, I’m on my way home, and I live in San Clemente.

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: Okay . . . she said, she gave me another hamburger; it’s wrong. I said four times, I said, “I want it to go. Can you go out and park in front?” I said, “No, I want my hamburger right.” So then the . . . the lady came to the manager. She . . . well whoever she is, she came up and she said, um, she said, um, “Do you want your money back?” And I said, “No, I want my hamburger. My kids are hungry and I have to jump on that toll freeway.” I said, “I am not leaving this spot,” and I said, “I will call the police,” because I want my Western Burger done right! Now is that so hard?

Dispatcher: Okay, what exactly is it you want us to do for you?

Woman: I . . . send an officer down here. I . . . I want them to make me . . .

Dispatcher: Ma’am, we’re not gonna go down there and enforce your Western Bacon Cheeseburger.

Woman: What am I supposed to do?

Dispatcher: This is . . . this is between you and the manager. We’re not gonna go and enforce how to make a hamburger; that’s not a criminal issue. There’s . . . there’s nothing criminal there.

Woman: So I just stand here . . . so I just sit here and [block]?

Dispatcher: You . . . you need to calmly and rationally speak to the manager and figure out what to do between you.

Woman: She did come up, and I said, “Can I please have my Western Burger?” She . . . she said, “I’m not dealing with it,” and she walked away. Because they’re mopping the floor, and it’s also the fact that they don’t want to . . . they don’t want to go through there . . . and . . . and . . .

Dispatcher: Ma’am, then I suggest you get your money back and go somewhere else. This is . . . this is not a criminal issue. We can’t go out there and make them make you a cheeseburger the way you want it.

Woman: Well . . . that is . . . that . . . you’re supposed to be here to protect me.

Dispatcher: Well, what are we protecting you from, a wrong cheeseburger?

Woman: No . . .

Dispatcher: Is this like . . . is this a harmful cheeseburger or something? I don’t understand what you want us to do.

Woman: Just come down here. I’m not . . . I’m not leaving.

Dispatcher: No ma’am, I’m not sending the deputies down there over a cheeseburger. You need to go in there and act like an adult and either get your money back or go home.

Woman: She is not acting like an adult herself! I’m sitting here in my car; I just want them to make my kids a . . . a Western Burger.

Dispatcher: Ma’am, this is what I suggest: I suggest you get your money back from the manager and you go on your way home.

Woman: Okay.

Dispatcher: Okay? Bye-bye.