My excuse for everything is that i was born in the wrong time era. Besides my rustic cooking all it takes for me is to close my eyes and i'm back in the 16th century pillaging villages and stealing live stock to take aboard for my viking voyage. This bird imp articular was named 'lil six piece''. After i was done sucking the cartilage off the ligaments, i gathered all the bones and made a dagger. By the time you read this, my new yard bird dagger will be impaled in the chest of a humble peasant.
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