If only I could come up with some kind of innovative genius notion like this for guitar players. Hmmmmmmmm….?
Excuse me while I puke. …Whoah Nellie! I guess I just figured out what this glob of shit is…It’s The Colonel’s version of Chicken Cordon Bleu…at least they could hire a photographer that doesn’t make it look so disgusting….or is that even possible?
I’m sorry but this looks like Sarah Palin to me…the most horrid, caustic, ignorant and poisonous kind of thing one might ingest.
What the hell is it? batter dipped bread or a bacon and cheese sandwich on fried chicken “bread”?
This, my friend, is the very end of all rationality. A Heart Attack on a stick. I’m almost afraid to find out what it is but I can’t wait to see some moron on the road eating one in his car on the way home from work.
I think it’s probably some kind of chicken byproducts mixed with pig guts, grease, sugar and government cheese….oh and maybe some sort of human filth mixed in for good measure. Enjoy!
Clearly you don’t have the refined taste buds required to enjoy this culinary masterpiece!
Good Sir, I must differ with your shallow assessment regarding my culinary de rigueur. My palate is as clean as a newborn’s bottom!
Je suis un Bon Vivant Enfante Terrible!
I’ve had nothing but problems with the French, with the exception of literary figures (e.g. Baudelaire, Balzac, Vandenberg).
Oh yeah? Well….uh…I don’t like Italian literary figures! Except maybe that guy….uhmm? Oh yeah, he’s got an Italian first name and a Slav last name…help me out here!
Lo credo che stai alludendo al Sig. Giovanni Boskovich (I believe you’re alluding to Mr. Giovanni Boskovich).
Secondo,
Do you have any Burek around the house?
Gourmand Primo
I can’t say I do.
Don’t say it….just spray it! Do you know what that Burek shit is? It’s some kind of fried bread sort of deal stuffed with whatever might be lying around the kitchen. Meat, cheese, children, bread…bread with bread, my favourite!
Can I buy one at your location?
What do you want and at which location? I’m home right now and don’t have any greasy chicken crap death machines here at the moment but would be happy to facilitate any further need for arterial sclerosis.
My shop however, is loaded with shitty ignorant snacks…gimme a call asap!