Nonetheless, I must say that the slices of my prime rib roast make any chicken shiver and any hog wane in comparison. So it's a struggle for me with beef on one shoulder sweetly whispering in my ear and chicken softly clucking in the other, “chirp, chirp … eat me.” This time the cow carried more weight.
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