Well, you know KFC and grease. Grease is the word. They go together like ramalamalama kadingadidingadong. It doesn't matter if you're eating KFC on a summer day or those summer nights. Though I have to admit, every now and then I get the urge to eat some greasy chicken, and they're the one that I want. But it's not worth going to the bathroom later, which feels like greased lightning. But I keep coming back to them like I'm hopelessly devoted. It's sad, because going back to KFC is the worst thing I could do.
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BORN TO HAND-JIVE, BABY!