Every Saturday morning , I would go to the record store , then wait for the roasted chickens to go on sale . The roasted chickens in Australia are about as good as the whip cream is bad .
My mothers sister died eating a roasted chicken . She called me up and told me that Phylis had gone to her reward in the sky . I asked my mother how it happened . She said that she choked on a chicken . My reply : "she should have killed it and cooked it before she ate it ".
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