Saturday, February 11, 2012

Nighthawks At The KFC

7 comments:

BadTux said...

"Existential agony" indeed. That describes *exactly* the feeling in the pit of your tummy that you get after eating that greasy nasty chicken at KFC... "why I am here? Why do I do these things to myself? Why does KFC exist, and how do they stay in business?" At which point you may determine the true meaning of life: TUMS.

- Badtux the Snarky Penguin

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

"Go to Popeye's, instead!"
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Weird Dave said...

"[W]hy I am here?"
Because I'm drunk.

"Why do I do these things to myself?"
Because I'm drunk.

"Why does KFC exist, and how do they stay in business?"
Because I'm drunk.

Are we beginning to see a pattern here?

M. Bouffant said...

Alka-Seltzer Editor:

Surprising they don't sell booze right at Kentucky.

Alcohol being a solvent, we usually get drunk after eating at the Colonel's.

We also note that none of you cold-hearted bastards have any compassion for the lonely souls we tried so hard to depict sympathetically. S'pose that's our fault.

Substance McGravitas said...

I'm still not over the KFC acronym. It sounds like a food additive and not food.

BadTux said...

Pretty much, Subby. The unlucky chickens who gave their lives for KFC are so doped up with antibiotics, antivirals, growth hormones, and assorted food poisoning bacteria (just for kicks) that any chicken content in the eventual greasy heartburn-inducing "processed food product" is almost incidental to the chemical stew.

- Badtux the Snarky Penguin

M. Bouffant said...

Keep Telling Yourself That Editor:

Someone seems to be struggling w/ an addiction here.