You see on the calendar how it says "Chicken Kiev"? That was a joke. Because to me, Chicken Kiev = Barf. You see, back when I was in high school, I went to a band banquet with my mom and we were served Chicken Kiev. I got really sick the next day (not sure if it was related to the Chicken Kiev or not) and ever since that day, Chicken Kiev = Barf. So Michael thought it would be funny to put Chicken Kiev on the menu.
I showed him, though. We didn't have dinner tonight. We spent the entire (and I mean entire) day cleaning out our office closet and didn't feel like eating. So no dinner. I think Michael probably made himself sometime, though.
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