I don't care.
Don't care that my husband calls it
"Jesus chicken,"
And my friend from Indiana
Says it brings back lame, mallrat memories.
I love Chik-fil-A.
I love its waffle fries.
And its pickles.
And its sweet tea.
And its lemon pie in a weird platic triangle.
So there.
3 comments:
I just found this post today (Sept 19, 2009), but I had to tell you - we don't have Chik-fil-a in Michigan, and I miss it so much that when I go home, Mom always takes me there for lunch. See also: Taco Bueno.
This cracks my shit up. I went to post a comment about missing Chik fil a and saw my comment about this in Sept. I need to get a life.
Jen. I need to send you some friggin' Chik-Fil-A.
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