I went to happy hour with a friend after work last night. When I got home I was a little buzzed and also too lazy to cook dinner. I announced that we were having KFC tonight and that I would run out and pick up dinner.
When I came home I put the chicken on the counter and said to my husband that I would be right back as I wanted to change my clothes. Smart*ss that he is asked me if I was putting on my chicken-eating pants.
CHICKEN-EATING PANTS! The nerve.
Chicken tastes so much better when you are black and blue. Or so I've heard.
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Funny! Who would think to do this?
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