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| Of mom fucking son. course not. Sunday afternoon I went to the grocery store with the specific intention of buying Ruffles potato chips (the saltiest potato chip, and therefore the best) and a tub of some really good locally-produced dip called Helluva Good (I'm not mom fucking son. lying). When I pulled onto the lot I saw a sign that said, "Chicken Barbecue Today." I got really excited, because once a year this store holds a "customer appreciation day" and sets up several gigantic grills in the parking lot, and cooks hundreds and hundreds of chickens. Then mom fucking son. they sell complete dinners for 99 cents each. And they're really good; people buy them by the dozens. When I opened the door of my truck, the smoky smell of cooking poultry rushed in and I became powerless. I went inside the store, bought the chips and dip, then walked over and bought two chicken dinners. Then I went home and ate until I couldn't eat anymore. Then we had dinner. -- Speaking of eating, I was in Wendy's Saturday afternoon and a big group of teenagers came in. |
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