THE STORY: My lovely
cousin Katie and I were sitting in our grandparent's trailor on
vacation in San Diego, eating a block of cheese, slice by slice.
We were in the middle of the conversation about the great chicken
god and the how great his followers are...and how super duper
cheese tastes.
Suddenly, I realized we had to choose.
Was cheese better then chicken, or was chicken better then cheese?
Katie, as sensitive as she can be, almost cried. We were afraid
of rejecting cheese or chicken.
We have yet to figure out the answer to the question
that is greater then "what is the meaning of life" and
"what came first, the chicken or the egg?" You can make
your own desicion.
CHEESE!
Hanging cheese, what could be better?
You can't hang chickens, or it'll be abuse.
This people have lots of cheese! I WISH I HAD LOTS
OF CHEESE!
This guy likes cheese
enough to make it a fashion statement.
Why? IT'S THE CHEESE!
CHICKEN!
Baby chickens are much cuter then cheese. Except those
little cheese wheels....
Chickens have pride and are noble creatures.
Chickens can be your friend! If
I had a chicken friend, I'd name him Easter.
The chicken is dead sexy and when dead, real yummy
too!
(This is what Tori Amos has to say about chickens:
"When chickens get a taste...")
So, what will it be? Nachos or chicken noodle soup?
Dead chicken flesh or mold milk?
That's a desicion you've got to make, I cannot influence
it.