Big Brave Italian Man
We just had chicken cacciatore in the cafeteria.
Cacciatore.
Hunter.
Hunter's Chicken.
Which got me thinking:
What kind of inept, horrible hunter do you have to be to brag about bagging a chicken?
The mind boggles.
This is nothing special. It's just me venting my way through life so I don't actually throw things at the cretinous slugs I meet along the way...
5 Comments:
At least it's not haggis which is faux meat.
It seems that some people hunt wild turkeys for a hobbie - that's not far off chicken hunting I guess!
It isn't easy hunting wild turkeys. First, you have to get drunk. Then, you have to walk around for hours in the snow and shoot at power lines cuz you're bored. Then you find the turkeys, but are out of ammunition, so you have to get drunk again to fight depression.
You have a sophisticated menu at your cafeteria
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