Morbid Chicken Massacre
i will revenge on those ugly little fried crispy yummy, i cant wait to get my hands on them, spicy, hot, and full of flour, padded onto their smooth beige skin together with the layer of tasty sinful, unforgiving unsaturated fat dripping off the chuck of white lean strands of muscle desperately clinging to the maroon blood drenched calcium. FEAST!!! IN HONOUR OF THE FRIED MASSACRE by GENIUS KENTUCKY!
Vision slowly twisting off the significantly smaller bone buried deep inside the thigh as i lick off the scalding juice ooshing from within and savour the all important moment.FIRST BLOOD. looking into the hollowed piece of thigh meat brings me to an all-time high as i start to tear the pieces of meat bit by bit off making sure i don't forget the Crispy, spicy, crumble in your hands piece of art that cloaked my game. till all is left is the bone, the meal is not 7/10 devoured. lies beneath, close to the bone is a bulge of lean muscle camouflaged to look like part of the bone, but not well enough to escape my keen eyes. as i slowly chewed on the pathetically camouflaged meat i check out the dark matter lying close to the side of bone, carefully covered by a row of fragile bones i peeled off with me nimble hands. the dark matter glowed a last sinister glow as i set my digestive forces on them.
now that all the thigh's gone, its time for my...OTHER THIGH MEAT.
no wait...this is not thigh meat...
DAMN YOU AUNTIE....
YOU SAID YOU WILL TRY YOUR BEST...
Guess i can only settle for breast...
Vision slowly twisting off the significantly smaller bone buried deep inside the thigh as i lick off the scalding juice ooshing from within and savour the all important moment.FIRST BLOOD. looking into the hollowed piece of thigh meat brings me to an all-time high as i start to tear the pieces of meat bit by bit off making sure i don't forget the Crispy, spicy, crumble in your hands piece of art that cloaked my game. till all is left is the bone, the meal is not 7/10 devoured. lies beneath, close to the bone is a bulge of lean muscle camouflaged to look like part of the bone, but not well enough to escape my keen eyes. as i slowly chewed on the pathetically camouflaged meat i check out the dark matter lying close to the side of bone, carefully covered by a row of fragile bones i peeled off with me nimble hands. the dark matter glowed a last sinister glow as i set my digestive forces on them.
now that all the thigh's gone, its time for my...OTHER THIGH MEAT.
no wait...this is not thigh meat...
DAMN YOU AUNTIE....
YOU SAID YOU WILL TRY YOUR BEST...
Guess i can only settle for breast...
posted by CK at 11:05:00 PM
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