Horror of Horrors
August 30th, 2004 by Ian
I just watched my husband grab a chicken carcass by his bare hands and tear into it with his mouth. It was not terribly attractive. Hell, it was damn scary. I guess I can take solace in the fact he really likes my roasted chicken.
The true horror is that I too have witnessed this avian atrocity firsthand. And I couldn’t help myself - I participated. I feel so ashamed. Don’t tell my mom your chicken is better.
Love that BLASTED CHICKEN!
Take pics next time! Then send to the chickens’ relatives. They’ll perform a voodoo spell and summon the worst gas from your hubbie. Leave when he starts to complain about his stomach aching and it’s a full moon…
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOLWTFBBQ! You just made my day, Ian! I miss you guys!
Hey, I was just trying to get a last little bite of that delicious chicken! Ian wasn’t letting me near it so I had to go for all or nothing!
RE: had to go for all or nothing!
Next time go for nothing, Bobby. I have it on good intel that Ian secretly took pics and has just mailed them to chicken voudouns (priests).
Just remember to have phaze-zym near by at the next full moon…
Chicken voodoo priests…..I love it!
Re: Chicken voodoo priests…..
It’s real scary when they, like human voudaun (priests), have to tear apart a chicken to summon the loa (spirit).
EWWWW!!!