Put on the head. Go ahead, pick up the one-pound clump of feathers and baseball-sized eyes and giant beak and put it on. Feel what Ted Giannoulas has felt for 29 years. Good luck enduring it for more than 29 seconds. The inside of the head of the San Diego Chicken is sour, steamy, a moldy shower stall in a darkened locker room.Life as the San Diego Chicken. [via obscure store]