I called Stephanie this morning.
“Still no chicken?”
From the background Donna “Oh I found the chicken”
muffled conversation and Steph says “I’ll let Donna tell you.”
“When I looked at the chicken that was in Steph’s refrigerator I thought it was the chicken I bought but when I got home I found my chicken in my refrigerator.”
Here’s a list of who I hate.
Steph’s dog Lucy who sat on Ray’s head.