Chicken F'ing Nuggets.
Chicken strips, chicken nuggets, popcorn chicken. It's all the same, and over the last ten years, they have become a staple in my house.
As you know, when you become a parent there are certain things you concede. Things like privacy, burning the midnight oil, and sports cars. Most of these things you give up without much of a fight. Then one day, as your child is running from the bathroom screaming your butt cheeks are so pale after he catches you changing, you wonder, how did it come to this?
I have the luxury of coming home on my lunch hour. So today I sent my DW a text and asked her what we had to eat. She replied and said that she had bought some Tyson popcorn chicken at the store the other day.
Here's the thing. I'll give up the occasional being made fun off by the clowns because my butt is white. Or not being able to poop alone without getting asked which basketball player is my favorite or even going to bed at ten o' clock because I'm actually tired, but I'll be dammed if I'm gonna eat one more Chicken F'ing Nugget.
Eventually a guy has to take a stand.
Hilarious post. It's fish sticks here. Not much difference.
ReplyDeleteHa! I remember those days. There's hope for the future, I promise.
ReplyDeleteYou'll eat those F'ing chicken nuggets because I am NOT your personal chef and cooking SUCKS. Oh wait...sorry, I'm saying this to the wrong guy. My apologies. Sorry you have to eat so many chicken nuggets. And umm, remind me never to invite you to my house for lunch.
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