A man approaches a kfc. “Damn, I really gotta go in there huh” he laments.
The restaurant is littered with insects and bodies in torment. A slumped corpse sits beside the door, with an impaled torso across from it. A fly eaten, desicated head sits in the foreground along with an individual actively being flayed, their skin peeling down to their feet as hooks greedily tug at their face. As he breaches the entrance, he immediately looses his disgust, yelling “DAMN! YALL REALLY SELLING CHICKEN LIKE THIS?”
He heads to the counter where the devil waits. Concerned, he asks “hey man, what can I get here that’s not dirty?” “Bottled water” the devil replies.
They sag their shoulders and a crease their brow as they get their water. “Fuckin’ Dasani?”
Once I went to KFC for lunch and ordered a chicken sandwich. There was a bone in the chicken.
A completely different day I went to a KFC for lunch and ordered a chicken sandwich. There was a bone in that one too.
I don’t go to KFC anymore.
I would still rather go to KFC then Chick-fil-A though. And I hated Chick-fil-A before I knew that they were a bunch of homophobic Christian assholes. The food is just so… bland.
Give KFC a second chance. It’s not fair to count that as two different accidents when it was probably the same bone.