Some of you call it chicken. Most of you cannot cook it. I
love nothing more than having some girl cook me the yardbird. In a blind,
taste-test, I scored 100 percent when trying to identify women based on their
cooking skills. I was also given a placebo, but that didn't taste like chicken.
There is something sensual and erotic about it, compared to other foods. I like
to start between the legs, making my way up to the thigh, or even bury my face
in the breasts. Wetter the better; make love to that yardbird. Sure, you could
do the same thing to beef or pork, but it’s not that sexy talking about eating
a rump roast, which is basically analingus on a cow or pig’s ass. Can you
already smell the manure? I love yardbird because you can skip foreplay with
any woman who cooks it, unless she’s smart and serves it on herself.
Eating some people’s yardbird is a religious experience.