I’m a vegetarian so no chicken passes through my kitchen and yet this debate has been the highlight of my day (*sad*). So far the chicken washers are far outpacing the non-chicken washers for overall passion on the subject.
Not Too Shabby
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One point of clarification: the fishman is not the spy, the Michael Stuhlbarg character is the spy. And since he’s also in Call Me By Your Name which features the peach-fucking, I guess that makes him the king of movies with uncomfortable non-human fucking scenes.
Do you sell giant clam shells? If no, can you recommend a holiday table centerpiece that will be as expensive and ridiculous as a giant clam shell?