Yes, I know, some have fantasy about stockings..me..I had to go the other way!

       Oh yes, it’s on! Got a rumble going on in the kitchen,

trying to satisfy this stomach’s wishes.

Green beans and onions saute in a pan,

why couldn’t I be just a normal man?

Little bourbon marinate going on..

did someone say something about a thong?

Dry rub, my creation, rub on this breast..

that’s chicken, stay with me..OK a little test.

Oil in a pan, please don’t break down…

need this to be so golden brown.

man, what’s wrong with me, why am I in here?

Should be feet propped up with a beer.

Nope, seen those guys on TV,

that cannot or be not ever me.

So tonight I close my eyes and try to rest…

Oh no, not again..bare chicken breasts!

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