Get some pockets, already.
Evil-to-the-core drug lord? I'm in! Bigoted coward? No thanks! Besides, the meth makes the chicken even tastier.
My favorite gallery openings are the ones where we all get to eat the art afterwards.
Our collective obsession with legs in this country has gone TOO FAR.
Look, I'm not saying that chicken and sweet things can't go together, and I love a good peanut sauce, but using a chicken bone as a stick for a meat pop with peanut butter and jelly smeared on it is about as gross as you can get.
Reminds me of the hot lunches from elementary school.
You've thrown such a lovely party, it's almost a shame to eat you.
I'd build a rice palace to memorialize my love. But then of course I'd have to eat it.