Do I really want to have a meltdown here.
No. Probably not. Suffice it to say that every waking moment of every single day is filled by an overwelming urge to eat a bucket of chicken. The fact that I am getting some sort of twisted joy out of denying myself this chicken (that I so richly diserve) will be the subject of someone else's book one day.
It's always time for chicken and Cheerwine, (just not for me).
No Zoloft allowed!
Many thianks to Mr. Programmer for this piece of animated genius.
Comments
Diet cheerwine, pan fried chickie. :-D Just as good (really). If you don't believe me, ask Jim :-D
Brandi
Posted by: Brandi | April 19, 2006 4:36 PM
Just remember, Cheerwine isn't actually very good anyway. :P
Posted by: Jordan | April 19, 2006 8:55 PM
Cheerwine IS a substitute for professional help. It got me through 9 years of college, and a bad relationship.
Come to think of it, one would taste good right now....
Posted by: Woody Cavenaugh | April 20, 2006 9:08 AM
Jordan some of us grew up on Cheerwine, to us it tastes alot better than red bull or some of that other crap on the market. Personally I would rather enjoy sitting back with woody on the front porch and sitting a ice cold cheerwine in a glass bottle and just BS ing
Posted by: jim r | April 26, 2006 2:38 PM