When you’re driving around the suburbs during the mid afternoon and the elegant aroma of Kentucky Fried Chicken wafts through the window. You start to salivate, your eyes bulge, you must have that greasy chicken. You gun it to the nearest drive through, fulfil the transaction with the pizza face teenager.
Mmm… life doesn’t get much better.
Mmm… life doesn’t get much better.
by Captain Greaseball September 16, 2023