I love The General’s Chicken.
I mean really love it.
You never really know what you are capable of until the time comes,
but I think I could murder someone for a plate of The General’s Chicken.
You know that scene from American Beauty where the naked girl is laying on a bed of rose petals?
I dream of naked girls in The General’s Chicken. (And there was once where I dreamt of a naked chicken on a bed of The General’s Chicken - but that was just plain weird).
I wrote a haiku:
The General’s Chicken
Oh, delectable delight
The tongue longs for you
Jesus God I need to eat before I write these posts.
Word to your mother.