"No, she said. First of all, guests usually make a side dish. To make a main course might be seen as an imposition. Plus, chicken is a cliche, everyone makes chicken. Come to a potluck, everyone expects to see chicken. It's boring."
I said, "What about beef?"
"No, that would definitely impose on the host's prerogative to choose the entree," she said. "That's too much of an imposition. Also, beef is everywhere these days, so people will naturally expect a beef dish."
"Okay, then, how about we make something with a popular brand of canned spiced ham?"
"Perfect!," she said.
Because no one expects the Spam dish imposition.
I said, "It looks like it's already dead".
while I ate some bad salmon and got chickenella.
I don't have thyme for this
My farts have been pretty fowl.
I had to warn him that I had a chicken pro-Russian separatist in the freezer.
Because I want to poutine my mouth.
It wasn’t a well thawed out plan.
It was fowl
I butchered it.
Me: Sure...Listen Chicken, There is no easy way for me to say this...
It was murder most fowl!
Me: Sure. Three of my favourite things.
Oh great. More mouths to feed.
(I got a condescending smirk out of my son for that one.)
It smelled a little fowl.
Husband: “What’s cooking?”
Me: “Chicken.”
Husband: “Smells foul”
I told her she was like a boullion in a China shop.
All I said was that it was really grouse.
"Nothing wrong at all, I'm saving the breast for last!"
She replied, "oh you batter not!"
Dad: I think it's too late for that.
I was making chicken for dinner, and when I pulled the chicken out of the fridge my dad complained about a bad smell, "ugh what's that smell" "I dont smell anything" "how can you not smell that, its totally fowl."
It wasn’t a well thawed out plan.
