All right, my wife made some fantastic chicken for tomorrow, but she left it out to cool. I walk into the kitchen, and the chicken starts calling my name. Minutes later, there is no longer any chicken. Who is to blame?
1) My wife, who knows I love chicken
2) The chicken, who seduced me with its wiles
3) Poor, innocent me, who just happened to walk through the kitchen
1) My wife, who knows I love chicken
2) The chicken, who seduced me with its wiles
3) Poor, innocent me, who just happened to walk through the kitchen