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FRIED CHICKEN
The old farmer was on his deathbed. He had only hours to live when suddenly he smelled the scent of fried chicken wafting into his room. Aaahhhh…He loved fried chicken more than anything else in the world.
With his last bit of energy, he pulled himself out of bed…Down the stairs and into the kitchen he went. There was his beloved wife, Clair, standing at the stove frying up a second pan of chicken. As he reached towards the platter next to the stove for what might possibly be his last drum stick, he got smacked across the back of the hand with the wooden spoon his wife was holding. “Leave them alone” she scolded. “They’re for the funeral!”
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