Karaoke, fried chicken and unbridled power

Tonight I attended a karaoke party at a friend's house. There were 5 of us who rotated songs. We had to do 1. A love song. 2. An Elton John song. 3. A country song. 4. A Broadway tune. 5. Our choice. All went well for me until I attempted 'Losing my Religion' by R.E.M. I didn't know it as well as I thought. No matter. All was forgiven because I brought the delicious fried chicken. I now know it will be my covered dish, knock em' dead offering whenever there is pot luck. I think it is something in the skin and tender white meat. The succulent taste on the buds distracts and regular thinking patterns get a bit mushy....a bit overly focused on a comfort food high. I could have sung 'North to Alaska' while wetting myself and all would have been copacetic........

My best song was 'What'll I do?" It was the Linda Ronstadt version. The guys were moved. The chicken of course, made them all more zeroed in on me. In this case, it was the sunflower oil after taste that sharpened their listening skills and over all perception. You see, the deliciousness of most things fried (in this case mostly breasts and thighs) can lead you either way: Complete numbed out, full of tummy blank mindedness or juicy, laser pointed attentiveness. I am telling you, it is magic. Good fried chicken is the new heroin/crack for the social scene. You bring it. You control the width, breadth, height and depth of any social gathering. Suddenly you are king and all are serfs eating out of your hand. Next time I am doubling my assorted pieces and look forward to the doped up slaves with mouths watering and complete non-judgments. Fried chicken is the future. Fried chicken is a sacred gift. Take it to the next party. Watch your power blossom as your sweet, party thuggery condemns all others to nothingness while you rule with the divine scepter of Drumstick.