Ultra Latex Paint CHiCkEn RollEr LaDy on Gawigithcoo Island

Hi Miss Moneypenny!! Look, invisible ink. Ha haaaa!!!!!!!
I first was contacted by the latex roller chicken lady a few weeks back. She had heard from her cousin Emma Watson that I author the world's foremost blog about all things chicken. LRCL invited me to visit, and witness first hand the newest craze .... paint roller chicken.
My flight brought me to Gawigithcoo Island - about 250 miles South of Hawaii. The island is 4 blocks wide, and 8 blocks long. To land successfully, the pilots must skim over the heads of beach folk, and sun bathers. They get so upset every time... get a grip, little island people.

After landing, rubber straps are tossed over the aircraft by skilled "netters", as they call them, and you come to a stop on the runway causeway.

Here is the latex roller chicken lady in action. She spent no time goofing around after picking me up in her chickenmobile. She (Abigail Poulteary) said that I was here to learn the ancient Gawigithcoo Island methods of chicken preparation, not go to the beach and acquire skin cancer.
I wanted to know, "Why so many pans?" She explained that without the correct cooking gear, you are nothing but a fast food prep worker. I said that this sounded judgemental, but she scoffed at me and called the old Speedcat a woosey. Sheesh
LRCL mixed up a batch of yellow latex paint, butter flavoring, and liquid smoke. I asked for the percentage of each ingredient, but she said that if I found out the real answer to this, that I would have to be shot ... twice. Next came the rolling stage - it was remarkable! So smoothly and skilled was the coating applied that I wept. "Art, pure artwork", I exclaimed! When I was done exclaiming, I asked Abigail if latex paint was OK to consume. She called me an idiot, and we laughed for a long time. Chicken chefs are funny ... and smell like chicken.
Whoosh, into the oven. Now we wait.
As we sat there looking into each others eyes, I fell in love. Not like before in my life, but a deep love that radiated from my loins. Sparks were flying everywhere. "Oh Miss Latex Roller Chicken Lady, will you marry me!!", I proclaimed with sheer and utter (yes, like the ones on cows) excitement.
She said, "Of course not you idiot". There it was again, the idiot word. We laughed so hard that we cried. My cheeks still hurt thinking about it. This was one magical woman; that I do know.
By now, the LRC was ready to come out of the oven. We ate, we drank wine, we danced, and then I went home to blog about it.
Here's to you, LRCL .... the wildest broad in the ocean.

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