For our money, any chicken who can manage to grow sideburns has earned the right to make crummy decisions about his own life.
Like Griff here. He's not just a finger-pickin', guitar-strummin' bird. He's also the proprietor of his own shack as well as a main dish.
He'll just keep on crooning and wailing and offering up his wings and legs for the deep fryer. That's the performance that really matters.
Addendum: Griff's rockabilly vibe calls to mind the celebrated Elvis/Pork Nexus and this rocking and rolling chicken.
Monday, December 5, 2011
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