The girls love it when JBL brings home fried chicken from the local purveyor on a random Friday night. K prefers the drumsticks, just like I did when I was little. JBL and I usually tackle the breasts. J? Well, she will tolerate the chicken. But really what she's in it for is the salad.
What kind of salad, you ask?
Why, "Acrimony Salad," of course.
(You know it's really macaroni salad, right? No, JBL did not coach her in any way on this name.)
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