Thrown over

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So, last night I’m slaving over a hot stove after a long day lobstering and fishing.  Kevin opens the wine, and pours two glasses.  I think he’s going to sit down and talk to me as I cook, but he doesn’t.  Instead, he goes outside so he can share his glass of wine with a chicken.

A chicken!  He’s sharing his wine with a chicken!  What has life come to around here?

This isn't how I'm used to combining chicken and wine

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Comments

  1. Gives a new twist to the idea of Coq au Vin, huh?

  2. Chickens love to eat and drink rotten things. Why would they not like wine with Kevin? LOL

  3. better a chicken than a chick…

  4. Kevin’s invented a new way of marinating chicken, from the inside out.

  5. cheers!

  6. Do you remember writing “Hell will freeze over before I’m jealous of a chicken”? Well, I suspect Hell is getting a touch chilly at the moment! 🙂 🙂 🙂

  7. Thanks, all, for the pithy comments. Although it’s a great source of satisfaction to have such a clever, creative readership, I’m going to respectfully point out that none of you has permission to be funnier than me on my own blog. (Madcat, I can’t believe you remember that, but I assure you it’s still quite warm here!)

  8. It was merely a Pavlovian response, you see a girl at the bar you just ask “Can I buy you a drink?”

  9. If Kevin were slaving over the stove, wouldn’t you go out and knock back a few with the chickens?

  10. Ursula H. Moran says:

    Was it George??

    • It wasn’t — that was when George was just a gleam in some rooster’s eye.