Yesterday's chicken.
I said that to a friend who views pretty much everything through lavender lenses and he repeated the phrase by putting on his brutal 'Wuster' accent, "Yesss-tah-daze chicken, sounds like the name of a band," then, "could be a drag-name," riffing twice on a single innocent phrase. See what I put up with?
This chicken is overcooked to shreds and I regret that now. I've been indicted for indecent abuse of a corpse. I have no defense because I knew better. Still, it is delicious, shreddedly delicious, supercalifragilisticshreddedlydelicious. Even though the sound of it is something quite suspicious.
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