“Are you ready to take the ACT on Saturday?" my father asked.Did chickens enjoy being put on trucks labeled KFC? "Sure.”
“Don’t count your chickens before they turn into KFC”
“There was fried chicken in the litter box, so I helped myself and took a shit. I am a cat lover and a fan of KFC. I always take mine to go.”
“I usually avoided any form of getting ready on Saturdays-the process just took away from the magic of being lazy.”
“My father would take me to the playground, and put me on mood swings.”
“I'm so ready you could drive a truck straight up my ass and I would bend over and push back until it was in to the rear bumper.”