Hey now. The Royals can always know that they swept the Yankees in 2005. That's something to keep for a rainy day.
Also, just think -- the Royals are managed by someone (anyone!) other than Lou Piniella. I don't know a thing about their new manager, except that he is a white man not named Lou Piniella.
I've had venison sausage. It was too rich for me--and I don't usually have a problem with that sort of thing.
It had me wondering if she writes in every week, or she honestly never thought about where hamburgers came from.
Maybe it just the eating of goats that disturbs her. She might be a nongoatitarian.
From, Answers.com:
chick·en-fried
adj.
Coated with batter and seasoned flour and fried: “endless iron skillets overflowing with chicken-fried steak” (Joel Achenbach).
Maybe her religion believed the goat to be sacred.
I don't know a thing about their new manager, except that he is a white man not named Lou Piniella.
He's Buddy Bell. With a name like that, you pretty much have to be baseball manager.
He's Buddy Bell. With a name like that, you pretty much have to be baseball manager.
Or a puppet that's a spokesperson for Taco Bell.
Okay, that explains it. I don't like fried chicken. Aside from tempura, I'm not big on the batter.
And the point of chicken fried steak is to take a bad peice of meat and make it yummier via pounding on it, and battering and frying it.
holy crap, chicken fried anything is Teh Yum. though completely artery hardening.