So, I drove by the new Popeye’s Cajun style fried chicken restaurant in the next town over and noticed the drive thru line wasn’t a mile long, as it usually is.
Fast forward an hour, and I feel so wrong and dirty inside, almost like I’m going to die from all the paprika tinged lipids coursing through my veins, but damn it, that sh*t was MoMoF*cking delicious.
That is all, carry on.
P.S. pics or it didn’t happen aren’t recommended here, unless you want to see a pile of Mac n Cheese encrusted bones and gravy splattered buttermilk biscuit shards.
So, you can make do with this marketing pic...