I always sing a thank-you to Mr. Chicken!
And it's apparently choreographed.
Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, blood screaming inside you to work its will.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Connie Neil - Mar 20, 2014 2:05:13 pm PDT #22886 of 30000
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Strix - Mar 20, 2014 2:07:16 pm PDT #22887 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
My roasted chickens have a hell of a high kick.
shrift - Mar 20, 2014 2:12:34 pm PDT #22888 of 30000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
When I'm in a better mood, I always stick my hand up the chicken butt and make it dance and sing when I'm rubbing the inside with spices.
I want this to involve a GUESS WHAT? CHICKEN BUTT! call and response.
Connie Neil - Mar 20, 2014 2:18:41 pm PDT #22889 of 30000
brillig
My roasted chickens have a hell of a high kick.
And do they bring all the boys to the yard?
Strix - Mar 20, 2014 2:20:23 pm PDT #22890 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
My songs are actually pretty boring: "Thank you chicken, you will be delicious! I have my salty hand up your butt now! I"M RUBBING THE CHICKEN BUTT! RUB, RUB, CHICKEN BUTT!"
Although one time, I'd had some wine and I made the chicken sing Lionel Richie's "Hello" which turned into BWACK BWACK's to the tune of Hello. (Yes, I slow-danced with a dead chicken on my hand.)
And one time I did "Copacabana."
Her name was Lola/She was a chicken
With yellow feathers for her hair/And her breasts cut down down to there
She would merengue/As I chopped-chopped
And while she tried to stay afar/My husband tended bar
Across the kitchen floor
He'd worked from 8 to 4
We're kinda young and we have a chicken, who COULD ASK FOR MORE?
...You should probably have me committed.
Jesse - Mar 20, 2014 2:23:58 pm PDT #22891 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
We always made the Thanksgiving turkey sit up and do a puppet show when I was a kid, but I don't think I've ever played with a chicken!
Kate P. - Mar 20, 2014 2:27:42 pm PDT #22892 of 30000
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
OK, you can tell I'm not usually the one doing the cooking, but: Bubbly foam on top of the can of chickpeas: totally normal, or a sign of botulism?
SuziQ - Mar 20, 2014 2:29:40 pm PDT #22893 of 30000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Amy, does your complex Haagen a dumpster? Slamming dishes in there would feel great.
We are on the road!!! Vacation here we come. CJ is driving and I'm playing with Waze. If we drive straight through, we will hit the hotel at 5:30 am but can't check in until 4pm. I think I miscalculated.
Ginger - Mar 20, 2014 2:36:36 pm PDT #22894 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Bubbles are not unheard of in chickpeas. Did the can look normal?
Kat - Mar 20, 2014 2:42:59 pm PDT #22895 of 30000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I get angry. And I'm a yeller. But I'm pretty slow to anger for the most part.
At school, I never really raise my voice, but they all fear me nevertheless. I will be cutting and insulting for sure over yelling.
At home, I'll get angry and I will apologize for expressing how I am angry. Noah gets slow burning smoldery angry and Grace gets resistant angry.
But I have gotten much better at saying things hurt my feelings with my family which supplants being angry and explains why I am reacting that way.