Monday, May 12, 2008

Prince of Chicken Darkness, the Apocalypse:VI

Behold, an innocent chicken procured from the clean and fastidious Fred Meyer in Newberg.  Awaiting the stew pot to bring forth its poultry goodness in this part of Americana,  we gather around the kitchen to...

Wait a minute, what does the price sticker read?

I thought so.

Sanguis Bibimus!
Sanguis Bibimus!

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