I bought a rotisserie chicken on Saturday to make garlic chicken pizza. Cowen was with me as I had to get him some new shoes. He loves chicken (remember the Chicken Leg Man), and he asked me if he could have some.
Me: "No, it is for the pizza."
Cowen: "Can I gnaw the bones? I can get meat off bones better than anyone. I'm practically a wolf."
Yep.
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How did I miss this before? Ha! Ha! That's awesome.
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