Stella says "Wait. I hear a Halloween song. Sung by a chicken."
Quack quack boo.
Stella becomes enraged.
Stella says - I will kill you.
Please do not come at Stella with the Halloween Chicken.
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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You know, I've enjoyed all of chicken week (which coincides with my vacation week ... probably a coincidence) but Stella vs. Chicken has to be the blog's finest moment. And for the record, it's chicken fajitas (and obviously the J is pronounced like an Americanized J and not an H, as per Peter Griffin rules) for dinner after the George Aiken midday treat. Yea, let there be chicken.
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