Hot damn. I just pulled away from the drive-thru of my local KFC with a dozen of their new Double Down sandwiches in my possession. A normal person would probably share this magnificent bounty with others. But I’m morbidly obese, and will therefore wolf them all down before hitting two-for-one night at Pete’s Poontang Emporium.
Speaking of which, I sense a very foul Cleveland Steamer in some poor lass’s immediate future. Don’t wait up.
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