Oh, yeah, it was the best chicken what I ever did cook. I finally got the amount of the time in the slow cooker and under the broiler right.
And you can’t have any of it.
My chicken. MINE.
I ate most of it with carrots. You can’t have any of my carrots either.
I will probably eat the rest of the chicken tomorrow in a sandwich.
I like cooking chickens and I will continue coking chickens throughout most of my life. You will not be able to stop me.
I saw a chicken that could play tic-tac-toe at the fair once. I would even cook and eat a talented chicken such as that. I do not discriminate between chickens. All will see the inside of my belly.
What’s that thing where you only eat fish? An episcopalian? I’m like that, but with poultry. Oh, just looked it up and it’s a pollotarian. The internet is great. I could have gone my whole life without earning that, but I looked it up instantly on the internet. The future is now.
I wonder if you could teach that tic-tac-toe chicken to use the internet. It would probably spend all its time looking up pictures of cloacae.
Why did the chicken cross the information superhighway?