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Hippie/Chicken Story
Some kind of skinny, dirty, Jesus-looking bum once scolded my cousin and me at Mardi Gras, 1977, over “eating one of God’s creatures”. We were sitting on a bench outside a Popeyes with boxes.
We looked at each other, then offered him a thigh. Nobody but Jane Lynch likes thighs. We could tell he really wanted it. I think he just walked away, but we were busy eating and didn’t have time for his happy crappy.