Fried Chicken

Earlier today I was in the ghetto. It took me some time to actually get out of the ghetto. My companion and I had to walk, get on a bus, take a cab - it is as though they don't want you to get out of there. The over exposure to the ghetto left me with one feeling - the desire to eat fried chicken. That is correct, something about the ghetto just gives me an appetite for the greasy grade 4 chicken cooked in boiling oil. YUM! Please don't hold the trans fats.

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