A spicy chicken in all of its glory
It was a Friday night, a common night of the week for Jev and Joe to be reminded of the fact that they have absolutely no reason to be alive.
Birdstress flourishes in these times, it thrives on them.
The Beach! Joe exclaims over the phone, You really wanna go?
hell yea Jev does, does he have a choice? no he doesn’t, but he did really want to go seriously Joe.
Joe promptly arrives at the door.
Its time.
Twelve spicy chickens are ordered from the Carl’s Jr. drive through.
12 piping hot $1 sandwiches are thrust into a bag, onward to the beach!
Four spicy chickens are hungrily devoured in the car ride
Joe happily pees with himself near the ocean
Two are peacefully swallowed while taking a midnight stroll along a secluded coastline
Two more are thoughtlessly ingested while sharing scary stories at a campsite before passing out in excruciating pain. Of the remaining 4 spicy chickens, 2 were left safely in the car, while the last 2 were strategically placed on the roof of a small tool shack in case of large animals. With only a brown paper bag protecting these two spicy chickens from the elements, they were to become quite soggy by the morning.
sick
A half hour after passing out Birdstress is awoken in much discomfort, the tent reeks of spicy chickens and butts. Jevs weak stomach can’t take it and he spews a giant yellow spicy chicken puddle by a tree, Joe… bravely holds steady against the creeping up of a massive dump.
The night passes and morning arrives, Jev feels wonderful, Joe takes an hour long dump then feels wonderful too.
On the car ride home Birdstress realizes there are 4 spicy chickens still left. Birdstress surprises even themselves and manages to put one down each on the car ride home while somewhat enjoying it…
Upon the ending of this journey as Jev and Joe split to return to their normal non-spicy chicken consuming lives, they each take one each of the left-over soggy spicy chickens with them with a promise to each other that they will be eaten before the day is through.
Jev just finished his, and his stomach feels like it is melting.
As for the twelfth and final spicy chicken…. only Joe knows it’s story and for all we know he is likely dead.
I hear people in the southeast do camping trips like this all the time. You guys are 25% more white trash than I had expected.
Thoroughly entertaining. I am sorry that you had to yak all over that poor tree, but glad that you felt better in the morning. I am sure that your bodies are both stronger for being put through this punishment (if, that is, Joe is not dead).
A+ for spontaneity!
did you go camping so you could eat spicy chicken sandwiches or did you eat spicy chicken sandwiches so you could go camping?