Friday, August 31, 2012

Hey Toby, put that drumstick on my plate

Oh. It's not a drumstick. It's a foot. The frozen chickens here come with EVERYTHING. Feet, head, all the organs that are edible (I imagine), neck. And we get it all in our food (oh, we have a lady that cooks for us...more on that later). Not the head. We actually tried to fish with the head. Apparently the fish thought it was as terrifying as we did. Caught nothing. And I didn't eat the foot either.

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