I'm pretty sure handling raw chicken intimately is the worse experience to be had by man.
You could be mauled by a jaguar, kicked in the stones with cleats, or punched in the back of the head by Mike Tyson. And the pains and stresses of the three of these experiences combined pale in comparison to that of the raw chicken fiasco.
Slippery beyond belief and taking on a mind of its own, any attempt at headway is met with a swift kick to the throat. Leaving your hands bloodied and coated in a gelatinous film of bullshit, the raw chicken takes no prisoners.
Should you have plans and idea for use with dissected chicken, it will promptly assure your failure in this effort.
Cook it first. Then mess with it. Life lesson learned.
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