Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Two breasts, one wing, potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob
and a biscuit, all exreee crispy.
Okay, so I'm killing myself. But this was some good greazin.
Life is good. Dying is good. It's all good.
Say what you want about The Colonel, but one thing is for shore:
He is one stylin Southern Gent.
Posted by Lizzy Tex Borden at 6:38 PM