I got one of those grocery-store-bought, pre-roasted chickens. Pretty good, but a little dry, like it's been sitting there too long. I sometimes feel bad when I see all those roasted carcasses, just sitting there waiting to be devoured. I don't think I want to come back as a chicken. Maybe a weasel or a fox. Beer chokes it down nicely. I spend entirely too much time on this b-board.
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