Paging Dr. Freud
Last night I had this dream where I was eating dinner with Ashley, Jess and Sam. For some reason, we were eating fried chicken, and I kept asking them if they were going to eat the fatty skin part on their plates. When they kept refusing to give there’s to me, I remember getting really, really mad, flipping the table over and storming out. As my alarm woke me up, I was both very hungry and very mad at the three of them. I guess their “fatty fatty 2 x 4, can’t fit through the kitchen door" comments are starting to sink in.
I'm gonna go get some KFC.
I'm gonna go get some KFC.
posted by T-Mac at
8:16 PM
3 Comments:
uuuhhh.......Sorry? I'm never what sure what the proper etiquette for being mean in someone's dream is. I'll try to give you my fatty chicken next time. Oh, here is a new little ditty" Taco's Burrito's It's coming out your speedo" I'l have to sing it to you for it to make any sense though.
By
The Assassin (burrr), at 11:58 PM
When I was 12 years old, I saw a television program demonstrating the strength of chicken skin. I don't remember the details, but I do remember being shocked that both raw and cooked chicken skin could hold outrageous amounts of weight. I haven't eaten chicken skin since that show.
Oh, and you're not THAT fat...
By
Anonymous, at 10:24 AM
for the record, you had me dead on. i would never give you my fatty chicken skin, i LOVE that shit!
and KFC doesn't count as chicken, unless by chicken you mean mutated-6-winged-4-thighed-zero-beaked-bizarro-creature.
By
Ashley, at 11:07 AM
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