Act I: Prelude
In my shopping cart tonight: tomatoes and tallboys. Spaghetti for tonight; beer can chicken for the rest of the week.
Act II: Tragedy!
Act III: Hilarity
God does want you to roast chicken, it's Sarah Palin that is sabotaging your efforts. Damn you Sarah Palin
@ THAT's why my chicken exploded! Sarah Palin shot it from a helicopter!
She can see your oven from her house
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more evidence to support my controversial theory that God is a chicken.
God likes to launch Himself from my stove and commit seppukku on my not-so-clean kitchen floor.
I did THIS a few times and lliked it. (sorry, the recipe is from a mag)
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whole chickens are evil.
Act V: Bedtime
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