Seriously, it grosses me out with it's skin and slime and bone and *shudder* - I can't talk about this anymore.
On a more hilarious note, I read this recently, "For each Mt. Vesuvius Burger sold, 50 cents will go to the National Center for Missing & Exploited Chicken® (NCMEC)." Apparently, it really said "Children," not "chicken." Silly hungry brains playing tricks on us.
That makes you a stereotypical Northerner.
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ReplyDeleteThat's where all the flavor is!!
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I don't like chicken on the bone either. same reasons. ew.
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