Apparently, my discriminating palate has gained the attention of a much broader 909 audience than I had thought, so I have to step up my game. Because I am a very refined gourmet kind-of-guy, I have developed a complex nightly routine: I ride my bike to a grimey take-out and order what has to be one of man's finer culinary masterpieces - a chicken football. A guy on base called it that and said it was the best thing ever. It's simply a roasted chicken (and by roasted, I mean probably soaked overnight in a vat of butter, salt and pork fat, then barbequed) wrapped in a giant hand-made pita and served with a container of garlic mayonaise. They cost only 900 fils - or about $2.50.I ate my chicken while watching Team America DVD that a friend lent me. It was gut busting funny and everything, but I got a bone stuck in my throat while laughing during the part when Susan Sarrandon and Tim Robbins got riddled with bullets by patriotic anti-terrorist sympathizer puppet super heroes. I'm going to recommend a "boneless" chicken football.
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I'm shocked. You of all people, eating something "...soaked overnight in a vat of butter, salt and pork fat..." Where did all of your refined tastes from the 909 go to?
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