This illustration was on a poster stapled to a bulletin board at church.
Winner, winner, chicken… uh… dinner?
Honestly, I’m not sure what aspect of this is most bizarre.
This illustration was on a poster stapled to a bulletin board at church.
Winner, winner, chicken… uh… dinner?
Honestly, I’m not sure what aspect of this is most bizarre.
When we were at the Las Vegas Zoo, the chickens that roam freely there had no problem with eating the raw chicken breast that had been set aside by the trainers when they were trying to lure the lion into a pose for a camera.
That’s how I felt every time I’ve dipped raw chicken pieces into an egg wash before flouring and frying it.
That is good!