Its no wonder the Pilgrims won the hearts of Native Americans many moons ago. Put this yard bird in front of anyone and see what happens. I didn't want to take my hand out of my new lovers cavity. This lovely bird spoke to me as soon as I released her from the package. I threw away all recipes and just listened to her body. I just stared at this bare pale dead body, imagining raising this bird from young. Nurturing her, pumping her full of spices and herbs since her hatch. I washed her sensually in a cold bath, fisting her cavity, parading her around like a famished viking. I patted her dry, everywhere...Sprinkled lots of salt and pepper in and on her. I slowly worked my hands between her titties and the skin. I worked in a mix of butter, rosemary, sage and thyme. In her bath for the oven treatment I gave her some white wine, chicken stock, onion, oranges and garlic, as well as that gushing out her cavity. I loosely covered her with large foil and in the oven at 325 degrees. After the longest 3 hours of my life, i uncovered her and back in for another 45 min or until your meat is at least 165 degrees.
Wash the fuck out your kitchen or you will get salmonella and your balls will transfer on your body to above your dick.
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