Bit 'o the old extra spicy chicken
You’re thinking of their groob Popeye
Viddy well, y’all
When a man cannot fingerlick, he ceases to be a man.
What a fucking crossover
Chugging drugged mashed potatoes from the nipples of marble statues.
It’s blood-lickin’ good!
Like clockwork!
Goin’ to the in out in out restaurant.
"What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultra-crispiness. "
“Nothing beats our chicken like we do.”
Gonna take the auto over chick-fil-a. Be a real horror show. Probably make a few babooshkas blub. But the place drives my droogs bezoomy. So we’ll crack and crast the place and if a moodge tries to be a sammy he’ll get a good clop. Be back for a cancer and peet before the bruiseboys get off their stoolies.
“You know what you can do with that chicken? Stick it up your ass!”
