Closed up view, panning across the steamy, sizzling drumsticks taken right out of the oven. Then, zooming in on the lard trickling down to the sides. Scenes of a bunch of happy idiots sinking down their fangs into them fatty chow in slow motion.
Hmmm... Laughing. Crying. Man, that thing must have tasted fucking great!, I thought to
myself, gazing into the box.
Kenny Rogers is said to have the best roasted chicken on land. Or so they say. Never tasted one till I came here to the west. Man, does it SUCK ASS. Its ok if the thing looked nothing like the ones on TV(real life burgers will never be THAT big), but it felt soggy and tasted really bland. The mash potatoes tasted like baby food. Quite a pocket blazer too for 1 stupid meal. No wonder this franchise never make its way to my hometown. Smart move for them. Don't want to end up like Marrybrown, condemned to oblivion.
~BUT WAIT...THERE'S MORE!~
There IS one great thing about Kenny's. He has the best damn homemade muffins I've tasted so far. Those sweet, wet muffins... Splendid! Best served hot. My favourite's chocolate. Yours??
Wholesome indeed...
Vanilla and banana, choco's outta stock, too bad...boo =(
Yea, watch me as I lick the hell outta this thing. Yummy...
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