Hello, my name is Marie and I am a barbeque chicken.
I have a nice barbeque, not too fancy or large. It sits in the corner of my tiny deck where it stares at me through the sliding glass door. I stare back, terrified. Do you know barbeques can only barbeque something if you light a flammable gas on fire? Does that sound like something a normal person would want to do? “Here, if you want dinner, go stand next to that container of gas with a match.” Crazy town.
Change of the Day: Overcome my fear of barbeques. And, move that barbeque so that it’s not staring at me all day long.