Last night, after a rather hectic and somewhat frustrating day, followed by a late night, I lay my body down to sleep, but sleep remained, for the most part, elusive and, following a brief shallow catnap I awoke; then, in a moment of lucid and alarming alacrity, my mind thunk thus:
Nothing but the best for my friends the little chickens says Colonel Sanders as they dip him in egg and breadcrumbs and commence frying his sorry ass.
Joy to all beings
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