bag of chicken.

Such a funny moment when you walk into the kitchen at midnight to find your roommate downing an entire rotisserie chicken a four biscuits while reading “To Kill a Mockingbird.”

Gosh, it gets me every time.

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2 Responses to bag of chicken.

  1. Mom says:

    A great book like that deserves quality food while reading it! Yum!

  2. Dad says:

    Are you sure she’s not chowing on an unusually big mockingbird?

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