Thank you Bert Marcus for creating this movie. After watching it, crying, and feeling totally empty, I realized everyone on all of these platforms might just have to figure out one of the ultimate sad lessons in life:
At the adolescent age of 16, I wanted to fuck everything. That's right, girls are horny little things. I had been wanting to go on a date with this guy I'd barely known, but had seen around my friends at various parties/places/small concerts. So I told him "Hey, give me your number, and I'll text you when we should meet up to do things together... sometime." More than willing, he put his number in my phone and the rest is this story. My parents thought he was wholesome when he came to pick me up at the house. A decent car, decent clothes, a slight respect for my parents, then we headed off. We were going to see a movie, then indulge in party favors at my friend's going away party. Of course my parents thought I was just going to dinner after and then headed home, but the lies I told them the next day were very different from that promise.
Have you actually tried your chicken? Have you ever actually had chicken that felt like rubber (excessive chewing, could even use a sauce...)? Don't lie to yourself. That chicken was DRY AF at your aunt's last week...but you ate it out of desperation/gratefulness/being high and not knowing any better/lack of trying OPC (other people's chicken). The alternative is to toss it, and be honest with yourself/others (and others who may suffer from eating your/their chicken but do not wish to tell you the truth in lieu of your/their "feelings"). Then, after testing a few methods from the top google searches...you may end up having the best chicken of your god damn life.