Ya fuck that chicken. They're meant to be eaten. Why even wait for an excuse?
They are MADE of chicken. The definition of food...
That rooster picked the wrong grandson to attack while visiting his feisty Grandma, a George Wallace supporter.
Ya fuck that chicken. They're meant to be eaten. Why even wait for an excuse?
They are MADE of chicken. The definition of food...
That rooster picked the wrong grandson to attack while visiting his feisty Grandma, a George Wallace supporter.
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