The Chicken Dance
I think I ate some undercooked chicken...not feeling bad per se, but that last piece looked a bit pink. If you don't hear from me again, tell my family I love them.
And avenge my death!!!
The continuing saga of a single, burgeoning stand-up comedienne/wanna-be poker ingénue/bitter corporate drone/closet hermit/hapless homeowner…living in L.A.
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