Oh, I want to walk to Sentry and get me a box of Banquet Fried Chicken, extra crispy. I want that fried chicken so bad. It would not be good for me, not how my stomach's been reacting lately. Those fried onion rings last week nearly did me in, but oh, how I want some fried chicken right now. I would buy the skinless kind, the kind with less fat. That couldn't be that bad. It won't help me lose those last 15 pounds, that's for sure, but how much could it really hurt?
Sigh. Maybe I'll just heat up that leftover chicken broth that has thickened in the refrigerator. Maybe I'll make a pot of brown rice and soak that in the broth with a little salt.
It's a short walk to Sentry. Do we even have any brown rice? How good would a vegetable taste right now?
I have life, liberty and the ability to pursue my own happiness. The latter is spelled f-r-i-e-d c-h-i-c-k-e-n. I gotta go.
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To be honest, I ate the brown rice in leftover chicken gluten with salt. But the following evening my parents stopped by and took me out to Champion Chicken where I had the You-Guessed-It dinner before walking three miles with my Dad. Ahhhh.
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