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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