The other night, our dear friend Tynan (and husband to The Goddess Elena) was expounding on the history of the microwave. I have no idea why. After he’s had a beer or two, Tynan tends to expound on things. Unfortunately, San Geraldo (and most of the local population) has a difficult time understanding that Chesterfield accent — even when Tynan hasn’t had a beer or two.
“I remember our first microwave in the late ’70s,” Tynan said. “The adverts actually claimed that you can roast a chicken in the cooker.”
San Geraldo: “There’s a band called ‘Chicken in the Fucker’?!?”
Either way, that would be one funky chicken…