Have I ever told about the times I would have starved to death if it hadn’t been for chick-fil-a?
Well, they are numerous and cover large hunks of my life.
Honestly, I go through spells where all I eat is chick-fil-a. And then I won’t eat it for a long time, but I always come back.
I’m on a HUGE chick-fil-a kick right now, mostly because of the dwarf house that guards the entrance to the street down which I must drive to get to my summer family’s house.
No kidding I eat chick-fil-a at least once a day during the week. And sometimes on saturday.
But of course, never on sunday.
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