I know what you mean. I rarely find a single slice of pizza or a steaming cheeseburger on a plate when I knock over garbage cans, much less an entire roast turkey.
Was playing Streets Of Rage 4 with my 12 year old son the other night. "Is that a whole chicken?" he asked me, after punching a garbage can. "Like, do they stop fighting while he eats an entire chicken he found in the trash?"
video games gave me very unrealistic expectations of the preservative properies of putting rotisserie chicken in my walls
my landlord gave me 30 days notice to vacate bc of the smell :c
It has to have been popped from a wall. You can simulate this with cilantro, blue cheese, and walnuts, for the leaf, dirt, and wood.
Should be a horrible night for a curse.
Scenes from a seedy dive bar:
MAN #1: Oh wow, dude, you really DO want me to kick your fuckin' ass!
MAN #2: Let's fuckin' GO!
[MAN #1 begins to eat an entire rotisserie chicken]
MAN #2: ...Uh, dude, are we gonna fight, or what?
MAN #1: Mnmph mnna mm mn m MMMPH!
MAN #2: Ah, forget it.
MAN #1:
I once watched a cashier at work eat an entire rotisserie chicken by herself, after a day full of Karen's screaming at her. She said she felt much better afterwards. Sometimes it depends on the damage type.
Rotisserie chicken gives me unrealistic expectations of the healing properties of rotisserie chicken. Every time I get one, I think I'm about to have the best meal ever and then it's just rotisserie chicken. 10/10 looking food with consistent 7/10 payoff.
Hah!
It's a good thing I'm not a drywall patch guy, because I'd be sneaking a little plastic or foam rubber roast fowl inside a LOT of client's walls, knowing full well that by the time anyone finds them, Konami will have made sure that no one even remembers what Castlevania IS!
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