LOOK! DIBS! I call dibs! All mine, mine, mine!
Whoaaaa. A full tray of chicken jerkies! Moma says a few more minutes before they are done. I smell them and they smell way better than the North Carolina fires! That smoke is coming all the way here and it smells bad. But I am happy inside, smelling my treats!
Hey JD, hey Wendyyyyy... ALLLLLLLL MINE!
Fressing da chicken!