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Boink said:
Much like The Daily Show, The Onion is often spot on when it comes to some, core, truth... hilarious of course.

Now, the larger question. Is KFC serious?
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No, never have been.

KFC stands for Kain't Fry Chicken....:wink:
 
I practically lived on KFC in college (wife worked at a KFC in the early days and always brought home leftovers).
 
Basil said:
I practically lived on KFC in college (wife worked at a KFC in the early days and always brought home leftovers).
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That's before Biloxi and knowing better, right? :jester:


Funny you would say that. My high power lawyer buddy lived around the corner from Popeyes on Magazine while in law school. He routinly would dumpster dive the joint at closing and come out with half a garbage bag full of chicken. Not my cup of tea exactly as I prefer mine inna box inside the store...
 
kellysguy said:
That's before Biloxi and knowing better, right? :jester:


Funny you would say that. My high power lawyer buddy lived around the corner from Popeyes on Magazine while in law school. He routinly would dumpster dive the joint at closing and come out with half a garbage bag full of chicken. Not my cup of tea exactly as I prefer mine inna box inside the store...
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School days had a way of putting one in the desperation mode, at times! Dale Carnegie never explained how to solve that problem. :highly_amused: PJ
 
Eating well on a (non) budget.

For about a year, Horsemits moved to Miami while I was still in western PA... once a month on a Friday evening I would ride down there on a red-eye flight (cheap air fare at the time) and she would gather me up at the airport in her MGB. She would have a HUGE bucket of garlic blue crabs aboard, left over from the last "shift" at the restaurant she worked in. We'd sit on the floor of her little efficiency apartment like a couple of six-year-olds with that bucket betwixt us and hammer crab bits apart with wooden mallets until there wasn't any more... *BURP!* High livin' on th' cheap. Fond memories.
 
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