Colonel Harlot Sanders
Channelin' the Colonel
As you can see, my cuisine has gone from fancified Hooters' fare to the finest that KFC has to offer. Chickens tremble in my wake.
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 3:34 PM
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Channelin' the Colonel
As you can see, my cuisine has gone from fancified Hooters' fare to the finest that KFC has to offer. Chickens tremble in my wake.
Previously on the Cotillion
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12 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
Still channeling for some crab legs here not to mention the all redeeming butter. Maybe if I get off my bloggin ass (credits to Ichabod). It's so fucking nice out! Need beer.
I haven't eaten the Colonel in a long time.
One could also say you had some Kentucky Fried Cock, too. What? You think some male chickens weren't consumed? Behold the power of Kentucky Fried Cock!
Yay! I get dibs on the leg
Lori - Beer is nice because it's so flexible, and really, good with any meal.
Kitty - You just keep tellin' yourself that.
When my stomach is upset, I often get an order of KFC's ultrabland mashed potatoes (no gravy) to settle things down, as was the case yesterday. Otherwise, I dig me an original recipe breast, greasy as you like it.
Squirl - and the Colonel is feelin' a little unloved!
Nugget - I think that's what they make the chicken strips out of.
Dazed - I knew I wouldn't have to fight you for the breast.
Finger lickin' good.
The Colonel after crablegs? Nah... couldn't do it. MORE crab, MORE crab, MORE crab...! Once I open the floodgates on crab, it takes an act of God to close 'em down. But you gotta be tough to eat at Hooters. Last time I came home and obsessively researched breast augmentation for weeks. Mr. E won't let me go there anymore.
It's so nice that Kentucky has been able to reach beyond its borders and spread the joy of the land.
*hacks up chicken bone*
Chickens are decent people.
Well if you can't have crab everyday, why not go for the "OLD GUY."
mmmmm..colonel's dirty bird. It has been a while since I had a helping of that salt and grease. I'm headin' for a 4 piece combo y'all.
Oh, and Hi Bucky!! =)
dc
Kranki - why, thank you! Oh, you probably meant the chicken, didn't you?
Eclectic - yeah, I can't say I don't get D-cup envy when I go into Hooters. But, the view keeps Jim more than happy, so I can eat just as slowly as I like.
Mr. B - another Kentuckian talent - the ability to self-Heimlich.
Torrie - chickens may be decent people, but they never respect me in the morning.
Nanina - I have always believed in goin' for the OLD GUY. And now, my husband will smack me 'round the room for that.
Dang - always glad to inspire grease lust in my blog brethren. Slide on over the border, yo!
Bone Machine - I don't usually say this, as it's entirely too girlie, but EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! I'll take my greasy chicken on the bone - at least I know it's not innards!
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