Very Important Survey to Prove That I'm Innocent

My friend Handy writes "..the chicken was just doing what a chicken is meant to do."

Well, yes, that might be true. But I was doing what I am meant to do: eat chicken.
 
My friend Handy writes "..the chicken was just doing what a chicken is meant to do."

Well, yes, that might be true. But I was doing what I am meant to do: eat chicken.

i am biased toward this, chicken is good.
 
Darn it, Vince! Why must you always be so elusive?!!

I want to know more about these wiles of the chicken to validate my own experience. I just know pizza talks to me! If you would share your personal experience, I might not feel like it's all in my head.

I can't do it, Mike. If I explained how chicken lures innocent men like myself, then pizza, candy bars, and other evil denizens of our kitchens might read the post and figure out how to do it.
 
Folks, I want to report a major spiritual victory today. My wife had baked two fine pieces of barbecue chicken, and I took them out of the oven, and ate mine. But then, the other piece started calling my name. I quickly brought it to my wife so she could eat it before I fell into its evil wiles.
 
Vince's snack:

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I say it's the fault of the chicken processing plant. Isn't that where they implant subliminal messages?
BTW us Southern Baptists claim that a craving for chicken dinners is a sure sign of a calling from God to be a Baptist preacher.
 
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