He responded with, “It’s not walking away.”
Still wouldn't tell me why it crossed the road.
*As told five minutes ago by my dad.
And it still didn't tell my why it crossed the road…
So I angrily got up and flipped the bird
I guess I'll just wing it
So I asked my dad (a pretty good cook) how to properly grill chicken. His response:
In a basement cement block room, with a locked door, place a chair under a bright light. Have the chicken sit in the chair and aggressively ask it probing questions.
If it doesn't give honest answers, slap it around a little.
"I must have forgotten that Trump set the bar so low" he mumbled as he picked himself up and staggered into the bar and grill next to it. Upon seeing him, the bartender said, "hey!" The horse said, "neigh... but I'll take one for the road." The asphalt in the corner said, "thanks horse. Why the big pause?" The horse replied, "oh this is my friend the bear. He was born with big pas." "Yeah," said the bear. "I was adopted by two grizzly fathers. Turns out they weren't koala-fied to give birth to me." "Ugh," said the chicken after seeing how late it is. "I'm late to get to the other side of the road. See ya all later!"
Jessie is a friend,
Yeah, I know he's been a good friend of mine
But lately something's changed
It ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a grill and I want to make it mine
And he's grilling chicken thighs,
And he's smokin' racks of ribs, I just know it!
And he's holding pool parties late, late at night...
You know I wish that I had Jessie's grill...
I wish that I had Jessie's grill...
Where can I find a burger like that?I work at KFC as a cashier and mid dinner rush last night a man came through drive through and so I asked how he wanted his chicken done as in Original, Crispy, Grilled, or Boneless. So in response to "how do you want your chicken?" he responded "Cooked of course!" and then I imagine him trying to high five whoever else was in the car with him
I was in the fenced in side yard grilling some chicken for dinner. I had the kids in the front yard playing. I told my wife I put them out there so they wouldn't get all up in my grill.
Every time my dad goes to Wendy's he looks at the menu as if he is confused and asks "do you read the chicken their rights before you grill them?"
Every time.
And it still didn't tell my why it crossed the road…
