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I have to come out.. I won't offer lies.. there's something I just can't disguise, my tastes are different than other guys.. I'm simply in love with chicken *** pies! It started when I was quite small in size, when mom shopped for her weekly supplies. She worked all day and thought it'd be wise to make *** pies one of her regular buys. Loved 'em then, and this truth still applies- Don't give me fried chicken wings or thighs, don't serve a burger with greasy old fries, don't cook fancy foods and don't improvise.. There's one taste sensation I dearly prize! The best frozen meal you could ever devise! If you want to impress or want to surprise, just cook up a couple of chicken *** pies! Now that this poem has reached its demise, I'll pre-heat the oven and say my goodbyes.
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
Chicken *** Pies
I have to come out.. I won't offer lies.. there's something I just can't disguise, my tastes are different than other guys.. I'm simply in love with chicken *** pies! It started when I was quite small in size, when mom shopped for her weekly supplies. She worked all day and thought it'd be wise to make *** pies one of her regular buys. Loved 'em then, and this truth still applies- Don't give me fried chicken wings or thighs, don't serve a burger with greasy old fries, don't cook fancy foods and don't improvise.. There's one taste sensation I dearly prize! The best frozen meal you could ever devise! If you want to impress or want to surprise, just cook up a couple of chicken *** pies! Now that this poem has reached its demise, I'll pre-heat the oven and say my goodbyes.
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
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