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by bee_Archive
Back when I was in prison, one of my favorite pastimes was antagonizing my various cell-mates. A past cellie's command of the English language was poor at best. Once I was teasing Juan, claiming he was trying to seduce the local, red Kool-Aide for lipstick wearin', toilet paper augmented, derierre shakin' femme bitch. Perhaps, it was something different. Anyway, he wanted to fight me and I wasn't about to receive more time for fighting. I believe he was torn between proclaiming that I was "a piece of chit" and a "chicken". In a state of shaking red-faced rage, in his broken English he said, "You are a piece of chicken!" Much to his dismay, I found that statement and scenario hilarious.
In retrospect, I am my favorite piece of chicken.