Secret Recipe
Last night Aaron and I feasted on KFC for dinner. It is my weakness. That and Long John Silvers. (Thank goodness there isn't a LJS around here, but there is on our drive home to PA and I always have to stop and get it). Both of these are soooo bad for you. Grease-city. But sooo tasty. I always think I could eat a whole bucket of chicken and after two pieces I feel sicky and swear I never want to see the Colonel again.
And so I had a leftover extra crispy chicken breast for lunch today. I think the secret recipe of KFC Chicken includes a sedative. I have been extremely sleepy since lunch. I could barely keep my eyes open during my 2 o'clock meeting. Voices were mottled and faces blurred.
Charlie's father, Stuart Mackenzie talking about the Pentaburate: "The queen. The vatican. The Getty's. The Rothschilds. AND Colonel Sanders before he went heads up! Oh, I hated the Colonel with his wee BEADY eyes! and that smug look on his face, 'Oh! You're gonna buy my chicken, OHHH!"
Charlie Mackenzie: "Dad, how can you hate...the Colonel?"
Stuart Mackenzie: "Because he puts an addictive chemical in his chicken that makes you crave it fortnightly, smart ass!" From: So I Married an Axe Murderer
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