Chicken BBQ Box

Damn the marketplace we can't post multiple reviews for multiple purchases for the same copy purchase. Sighs and sighs. I was forced to log my male template avatar large, formally known as Madeline Roecastle in order to double dip here at all.
I noticed earlier that my SIM neighbour aka 'the stalker' has your BBQ Chicken fabulousity rezzed right next door, my heart soared. He's been muted for the last 16 years, though I'm cloyingly toying with the potential of rescinding that motion for something a little more amicable. After all he is kind of cute in a ragged drooling bully boy kind of way. Before you think I am harsh you should know that I did catch him animating himself to lick the glass panes of my bathroom window once........or twice. Seemed a prudent move to bring down the Linden Cone of Silence at that point. Of course I could read his review in entirety but this is all about me. So meh ! Thanks again Eyerocker for your masterpiece I sense a solution to World peace inspired one deed at a time and all starting with your Chicken BBQ Box, doesn't get much better than this. <3

This primtastic nightmare is a travesty of biblical proportions. Don't get me wrong. I have cooked a whole pig in a box spring mattress over a pile of burning tires. I have nothing against innocent fun. But this is way over the line of what any sane person can tolerate. And really, 46 prims? I counted the ones I could see. What did you do, hide prims inside it to bump the count up? You are not German or Swiss, they are an organized people. A sensible people. They would not allow this to be built .

Why the 5 star rating and the praisful title, you wonder? Simple. I am hot for the girl who wrote the last review. Eliza something or other. I dont need to remember her name, she wears a tag. She lives on the Sim next door (right next to the highrise abbatoir) and I watch her from my tree as she dances and capers, wrapped in bacon, around your chicken, a drumstick under each arm shouting "Soylent Green is People" and other random lines from Charlton Heston movies. I know that the f*cking rotten little monster will see this review Title and believe I am "like her". She will never read the content of the review. I posted a video of my daughter;TiffAnie, on FaceBook. It was titled "Tiff's first ballet recital" . Eliza "Liked" it without watching it, unaware of the fact I had spliced 3 minutes of me fisting a dwarf right in the middle. She is like that. Not a day passes by that she does not do something absolutely mind boggling. She pastes pubic hair in her arm pits and semi-twerks in cabins by the sea. When she comes acallin' the entire Grid quakes in fear.Yes she is bat-shit crazy (read her review of this item), but I love her.

That being said, if Chickenstein McLavaroast gets me laid, I take it all back and highly recommend this poultry to everyone.

Few purchases on the marketplace have brought me as much chicken-liciousness delight as this primly masterpiece. This has seen a turning point when a mere reverence with chicken-magificance has been elevated, nay on rotation, into -almost- a BBQ-philia of Tarantino fan girl proportions. I'm now a chicken-licken-fricken-satisfied. Shun the disbelievers. The bikini atoll of fire pits had my mesh me wilting in awe, stone textures thus enveloped and I was screaming Mr Heston you can drop those 10 poultry commandments at thy sandalled feet. Feet I am hoping to one day purchase from this inspired weaver of recycled prim. Eye rocker we salute you. Next week the fire-walk will commence, we'll strap bacon to out foreheads and nether regions and dance with gay abandon, a drum stick firmly enmeshed in each of our armpits, screaming "succulent chickeeeeeen" in rhythm with some Congo-esque tune and sigh. Sigh in perpetual gratitude, before wiping our greasy and smoke addled faces on each others thighs. 11 secret herbs and spices had a foundation somewhere you know......