Mmmmm…Fig Newtons.
I once ate a whole box of those before going swimming.
It was vaguely reminiscent of eating two servings of Chef Wayne’s Shepherd’s Pie before track practice.
This very scene was running through my head as I drove out for popcorn chicken and slaw. First time in five years. I guess the Triumvarate finally got me.
Just this morning I was listening to the radio and a KFC commercial cam on touting their DELIVERY option. THey kept saying “Let the Colonel deliver your chicken tonight.”
NOW knowing that it has been many years “The Colonel” has been stone cold DEAD I kept imagining a rotting flesh corpse stumbling its way to my front door at night holding a bag of chicken.
It scared me.
Mmmmm…Cybill Shepherd’s pie…
[sub]My God…I can’t believe I just wrote that…[/sub]