Baby, you know what I want…
…I want to eat fried chicken and potato salad without worrying about gaining a pound. That’s it. I got a whiff of a stranger’s fried chicken meal yesterday and now that’s all I can think about.
My goal is to lose ten more pounds before we leave for Ireland’s fair shores in June, though, so I’ll have to settle for the next best thing to fried chicken: Gary Larson’s Far Side chicken.
I’m still hungry for fried chicken.
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I love these. Just don’t think of the chicken. Don’t think….
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But it’s so tasty!!!
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I know I do like to pan fry chicken, to southern fry chicken, to make chicken schnitzel. I need to stop it x
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You’re not helping me resist! Fine friend you are!😜
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Sorry. I promise NOT to send yah a bit…. x
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