I had friend chicken for lunch. I love friend chicken. I spend a lot of time thinking about friend chicken. Friend chicken is not always kind to me. Sometimes it give me chest pains. Sometimes it causes me to feel a sharp ache in my side, probably my gall bladder protesting. But I still love it, the friend chicken.
Reading the above makes me feel like a puritan with an unhealthy fixation on poultry.
Yes, I know based on the previous blog post that the friend chicken and I ought to part ways. What. I took two leftover pieces home with me. Those of us from the Year of the Dog are loyal. We do not abandon our friends.
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