
NOT THE CHICKEN I BOUGHT
Busy, I bought the last Rotisserie Chicken that didn't look totally cooked. Conversation ensued:
Me: This chicken is not done. The skin is soggy, I'm pulling it off.
Clint: It's fine.
Me: It's not done! It's not cooked.
Clint: It's fine, it's just sat a little too long before we ate it.
Me: Look! Get over here and look! It's red here!
Clint: That's just a little dark meat. It's fine.
Me: It's raw. I swear this chicken is raw.
Clint: It's fine.
Me: CLINT! You're not letting me complain about this chicken!
Clint: I don't see that I've stopped you one bit.
I didn't eat that stupid raw chicken.
That I brought home, to feed to my boyfriend.
He thought it was delish.