The C. B. Story.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Bwok, Bwok!
Spent some of Sat. eve. on Rte. 66, under Chicken Boy, looking at art.
Expected creepy young hipsters; turned out we were in the "youth" cohort. Egad.
The C. B. Story.
The C. B. Story.
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Did you feel compelled to head to Popeye's afterward?
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Cartoon Food Editor Replies:
ReplyDeleteNaw, neither Popeye's nor Kentucky in the 'hood, just the Crazy Chicken (El Pollo Loco).
There was a groaning board of Trader Joe's goodies beneath C. B., so the spirit (HAW!) & body were nourished.