When I was in school, the lunch ladies would prepare actual chicken a few times a year. Along with what came on our plate, there would be a big roaster pan of hearts and gizzards with a spoon stuck into it. Those of us who knew good food were free to pile our plates with them.
Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.
Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)
Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.
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