Mmmm. Kentucky Fried Christmas. Nothing says American family tradition like chickens with tits so big they can’t walk, rolling around in their own shit their whole lives being chopped up by melancholy minimum wage employees with a substance use problem only to be deep fried in futuristic super-processed trans fats.
Extra crispy with ranch on the side please.
Hhahaha, a fine policy!!!Yes, myself, I try to never eat, drink or smoke anything without a warning label.
My old man always calls it Kentucky Fried Fowl
That’s....awful.
A little Seasonal Affected Disorder, perhaps? You need to spend some time withMmmm. Kentucky Fried Christmas. Nothing says American family tradition like chickens with tits so big they can’t walk, rolling around in their own shit their whole lives being chopped up by melancholy minimum wage employees with a substance use problem only to be deep fried in futuristic super-processed trans fats.
Extra crispy with ranch on the side please.
As a lifelong Alaskan I am immune to SAD. My 5000 IUs of Vitamin D a day provide a little insurance. It is more rooted in a general disdain for the world we live in, as well as self-loathing (I eat those chickens too, they're just from Costco). Goddamn Costco. Why do you have to be so incredible?A little Seasonal Affected Disorder, perhaps? You need to spend some time with
Jay!