So, I think the man responsible for hawking fried chicken to millions of people worldwide is, like, a reserve member of the Justice League now.
Fried chicken is the best. The main reason I had to stop reading about death row inmates' last meals is that every single thing about this sentence so far is ghastly; I was also secondarily appalled by how many of them forgot to request fried chicken. I understand that if they were good decision-makers etc., but…
It starts out singing the praises of KFC, as he haphazardly attempts to rhyme "chicken" and "ingredient." He on for a few more minutes when he gives shout-outs to Chipotle, hot sauce, barbecue sauce, then expertly segues into a funky "juice in my lap" breakdown.
Workers dredging a river to construct a walkway in Osaka, Japan may have inadvertently lifted one of the most notorious curses in all of sports, the mysterious 'Curse of the Colonel.'