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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Gives a new twist to the idea of Coq au Vin, huh?
Chickens love to eat and drink rotten things. Why would they not like wine with Kevin? LOL
better a chicken than a chick…
Kevin’s invented a new way of marinating chicken, from the inside out.
cheers!
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!
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!)
It was merely a Pavlovian response, you see a girl at the bar you just ask “Can I buy you a drink?”
If Kevin were slaving over the stove, wouldn’t you go out and knock back a few with the chickens?