Krystal Henderson, 29, and 7-year-old Oliver Hallam purchased takeout from a KFC branch in Killingsworth, according to the Express. At home, Oliver took a bite out of what he assumed was chicken, but recoiled seconds later. “He pulled it out of his mouth and when he did, it pulled away the batter – you could see the blue roll inside,” Henderson said, according to the Daily Mail. Henderson said that realizing Oliver had bitten into a paper towel was worse than if it had just been bad chicken.
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1st things first. Kit, we miss you, and support you. Peace be with you, too.
And now hoo boy.
The irony, of the JOTW, on the heels of my buddy Stucky’s QOTD.
Ahem.
JOTW…Lord, have mercy…
the setting: A Catholic conference of devoted attendees. Four men and one woman, all sipping coffee, apart from the larger group. 1st male braggard says: “My son is a priest. When he enters a room, everyone addresses him as ‘Father'”.
2nd guy: “My son is a Bishop. In his presence, the devoted
refer to him as ‘Your Grace'”.
3rd guy: “My son is a Cardinal. Most everyone says: “Your Eminence” when paying respect.
Not to be outdone, the 4th guy says: “My 2nd cousin is the Pope. Faithful men address him as “Your Holiness.'”
The lone woman takes another sip of coffee and chirps:
“Yeah, well my devoted, faithful daughter is slim, with long dark hair, an hourglass figure, 38 dbl. D’s, a 24 inch waist, and has 34 inch hips.
When she strolls into a room, faithful men are tested, and usually mumble: “Oh, my God!”.
As long as we are doing religious jokes…
A Protestant, a Catholic and a Mormon are standing around the water cooler at work discussing the size of their families.
Protestant: “I have four children. One more and I will have a basketball team.”
Catholic: “I have eight children. One more and I will have a baseball team.”
Mormon: “I have seventeen wives. One more and I will have a golf course.”
Let’s see if this works . . .
first try:
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second try:
Nope.
I was testing to see if I could hotlink the duck duck go local copy (first try). I can see it, but apparently not everyone can.
The second try is the same image rehosted on postimages.org – which is the way to go, I guess.
I think you got it!
Nkit I miss you! I hope all is well or on its way to being so.
Save us from AC the incompetent!
Hey, a potato and a tomato turning into fries and ketchup just to stay together……that’s the kind of poetry that you could only find…in India.
The guy holding the Luger when it fires without warning never touched the Trigger. Better leave that one as a safe queen from now on.