18 December 2009

KFC (K and a Friend in Conversation)

In a KFC somewhere...


Him: (Smiling) Ah, good old junk food...nice.


Me: Really?

Him: Yeah! But in the ends, chicken and chips costs £2 pounds, KFC take it too far with their prices.


After eating said KFC...

Me: (Holding my stomach, envisioning multiple bathroom trips when I get home) That was horrible. Never again!

Him: Yeah, it wasn’t all that. Not for the money they charge anyway.

Me: KFC, it’s a lot like sleeping with your ex.

Him: (Confused look on his face) Come on, what are you talking about?

Me: Well, it sounds like a good idea at the time, possibly even a great idea that you have craved for some time, but once it’s done, you kind of wish you hadn’t, in fact, there is a pretty good chance that while doing the deed, you feel slightly ashamed of yourself.

Him: (Big man chuckle) You are too much!

Me: I’m serious!

Him: (Big man chuckle, again)

Me: Especially the feeling after, all that guilt. You try to do a billion good things to make yourself feel better, and swear that you will never do it again, but you know, one hungry night, you just may succumb to those familiar herbs and spices.

Him: (Shakes his head) You're not well K.

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