As the years went by Kentucky grew up to became an exquisite piece of chicken with a wonderfully smelling crispy deep fried coating from which just the smell would make your salivary glands ponder *cough* *cough* i mean Princess! she was blessed with a heart of goodness and was loved by her kingdom. On the other hand her sisters Maria, Garvika and Martine grew up to become evil and vial Kiev triplets as these three were too much to handle Quentin and Darlene decided to abandon them in the terrifying forest of Pickles. There they learned the ways of evil and affiliated with all sorts of vial and evil vegetables (such as pickles and mushrooms). Cast away from society they had only one thing in mind... Revenge!!!
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
Once upon a time in a kingdom far far away there existed a land of vegetation where fruits and vegetables would live in harmony. However this kingdom was ruled by the great king Kiev. King kiev was of meaty descent, a chicken breast to be precise, but this did not stop him from maintaining the peace in veggieland. The king's wife Queen Snitchzel, who was from the chicken snitchzel clan who was also of meaty descent, gave birth to four children 3 kiev's and a sitchzel. The birth of these children led the queen to an untimely death, the king devastated by the fact of taking care of 4 children decided to put the children up for adoption. Except for the snitchzel who was given the name Kentucky, the Kiev triplets were handed over to the towns blacksmith known as Quentin the carrot. Quentin was a dear friend of the king and has been trying to consummate little carrots with his wife Darlene, a cucumber.
Ever since my arrival into the land of holy lagger and soccer, my diet has mainly consisted of this wondrous consumable chicken named "Kiev". This white meaty wonder consists of a fine piece of chicken stuffed with garlic and oil, then the whole thing is topped up with a crunchy somewhat deep fried coating (mmmm delicious i know). Anyhoo, whilst feasting on my orgasmic chicken kiev (which accompanied by a luscious glass of Dr. Pepper with her child ice cubes). Her (the chicken) lustful taste embroded my mind with a wonderful, sinful and i guess most of all disturbing fairy tale. So i decided to post this story and here is the result...
Due to the boredom of my beloved hermana (which she has reflected upon me), we have come to the decision to commence a blog-war... Thus enabling me to create the very blog you see before your eyes. Now what this is and how it works are questions for which i do not have answers for and we have not exactly come to terms with the rules. So i guess we'll just have to see how this turns out... May the best blogger win!
Peace out "Sunshine"! (you goin down fool!)