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For me it's chicken. Don't care if it's home or fast food. I bought a basket of legs once driving from Conn to Georgia somewhere around Va.
Couple of hours later started the toots. One especially warm and lengthly blast had me pulling over on the highway and leaning over the hood laughing so hard I couldn't see. It's bad when you are assaulted by your own and can't stand it.
Sarge
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