Turnbull was walking around the desert when he spotted a chicken sitting around having a few beers. “Mind if I join you?” said Turnbull as he sat down. “The name’s Turnbull,” said Turnbull as he pulled out a few of his own warm beers. Turnbull and the chicken sat around for hours drinking beers and chatting. The chicken didn’t chat because chickens can’t talk but Turnbull had plenty of stories for the both of them.