roast hen, you understand, especially when it had that nice honey
glaze that gave it just a slightly sweet taste, but he knew that
this time she had deliberately, against his repeated admonitions
against doing so, yes deliberately left the chicken's asshole
attached. Oh, I know, you're thinking what's the big deal about a
little glob of fatty tissue stuck on the end of the thigh, but to
Edward Aimsley Allbright, this was a direct slap in the face.
Mary Beth KNEW how much it disgusted him to so much as see this
portion of the chicken's anatomy, and how every time he looked at
it he could just imagine little pieces of chicken shit stuck to
the edges of it, even though they were really just crisp pieces
of fat.