Kfc Quotes

Are you ready to take the ACT on Saturday?" my father asked. Did chickens enjoy being put on trucks labeled KFC? "Sure.

No matter how old you are now. You are never too young or too old for success or going after what you want. Here’s a short list of people who accomplished great things at different ages 1) Helen Keller, at the age of 19 months, became deaf and blind. But that didn’t stop her. She was the first deaf and blind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree. 2) Mozart was already competent on keyboard and violin; he composed from the age of 5. 3) Shirley Temple was 6 when she became a movie star on “Bright Eyes.” 4) Anne Frank was 12 when she wrote the diary of Anne Frank. 5) Magnus Carlsen became a chess Grandmaster at the age of 13. 6) Nadia Comăneci was a gymnast from Romania that scored seven perfect 10.0 and won three gold medals at the Olympics at age 14. 7) Tenzin Gyatso was formally recognized as the 14th Dalai Lama in November 1950, at the age of 15. 8) Pele, a soccer superstar, was 17 years old when he won the world cup in 1958 with Brazil. 9) Elvis was a superstar by age 19. 10) John Lennon was 20 years and Paul Mcartney was 18 when the Beatles had their first concert in 1961. 11) Jesse Owens was 22 when he won 4 gold medals in Berlin 1936. 12) Beethoven was a piano virtuoso by age 23 13) Issac Newton wrote Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica at age 24 14) Roger Bannister was 25 when he broke the 4 minute mile record 15) Albert Einstein was 26 when he wrote the theory of relativity 16) Lance E. Armstrong was 27 when he won the tour de France 17) Michelangelo created two of the greatest sculptures “David” and “Pieta” by age 28 18) Alexander the Great, by age 29, had created one of the largest empires of the ancient world 19) J.K. Rowling was 30 years old when she finished the first manuscript of Harry Potter 20) Amelia Earhart was 31 years old when she became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean 21) Oprah was 32 when she started her talk show, which has become the highest-rated program of its kind 22) Edmund Hillary was 33 when he became the first man to reach Mount Everest 23) Martin Luther King Jr. was 34 when he wrote the speech “I Have a Dream." 24) Marie Curie was 35 years old when she got nominated for a Nobel Prize in Physics 25) The Wright brothers, Orville (32) and Wilbur (36) invented and built the world's first successful airplane and making the first controlled, powered and sustained heavier-than-air human flight 26) Vincent Van Gogh was 37 when he died virtually unknown, yet his paintings today are worth millions. 27) Neil Armstrong was 38 when he became the first man to set foot on the moon. 28) Mark Twain was 40 when he wrote "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer", and 49 years old when he wrote "Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" 29) Christopher Columbus was 41 when he discovered the Americas 30) Rosa Parks was 42 when she refused to obey the bus driver’s order to give up her seat to make room for a white passenger 31) John F. Kennedy was 43 years old when he became President of the United States 32) Henry Ford Was 45 when the Ford T came out. 33) Suzanne Collins was 46 when she wrote "The Hunger Games" 34) Charles Darwin was 50 years old when his book On the Origin of Species came out. 35) Leonardo Da Vinci was 51 years old when he painted the Mona Lisa. 36) Abraham Lincoln was 52 when he became president. 37) Ray Kroc Was 53 when he bought the McDonalds Franchise and took it to unprecedented levels. 38) Dr. Seuss was 54 when he wrote "The Cat in the Hat". 40) Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger III was 57 years old when he successfully ditched US Airways Flight 1549 in the Hudson River in 2009. All of the 155 passengers aboard the aircraft survived 41) Colonel Harland Sanders was 61 when he started the KFC Franchise 42) J.R.R Tolkien was 62 when the Lord of the Ring books came out 43) Ronald Reagan was 69 when he became President of the US 44) Jack Lalane at age 70 handcuffed, shackled, towed 70 rowboats 45) Nelson Mandela was 76 when he became President

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.

This is Popkenchurch. Popkenchurch is when you buy fried chicken and Cajun rice from Popeyes, biscuits from KFC, and fried okra and corn on the cob from Church’s.

Giant-chicken mode,’ I remembered. ‘Dude, my avatar is a falcon-headed warrior .’ ‘I still think you could get a sponsorship deal with KFC. Make some big bucks.

You can’t. He has it shielded. Besides, he’s a god and can be a nasty one if you upset him. You try popping into any place where his beloved wife is and you’ll get fried faster than chicken at KFC. He doesn’t have a sense of humor when it comes to her. So wipe the frown off your face before you hurt her feelings and get gutted for it. (Phobos)

Don’t count your chickens before they turn into KFC

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.

This is what you British do not understand about the French. You think you must work, work, work, work and open on Sundays and make mothers and fathers with families slave in supermarkets at three o'clock in the morning and make people leave their homes and their churches and their children and go shopping on Sundays.' 'Their shops are open on Sundays?' said Benoît in surprise. 'Yes! They make people work on Sundays! And through lunchtimes! But for what? For rubbish from China? For cheap clothes sewed by poor women in Malaysia? For why? So you can go more often to KFC and get full of fried chicken? You would rather have six bars of bad chocolate than one bar of good chocolate. Why? Why are six bad things better than one good thing? I don't understand.

So baby, if you say you want me to drive, to KFC

Ain’ no Black people need no therapists, ’cause we don’ be havin’ those mental issues. OCD, ADD, PTSD, and all those other acronyms they be comin’ up with every day. I’m tellin’ you, the only acronyms Black folk need help with is the NYPD, FBI, CIA, KKK, and KFC, ’cause I know they be puttin’ shit in those twelve-piece bucket meals to make us addicted to them. All that saturated fat, sodium.

YO MAMA SO POOR... Yo mama so poor when I saw her kicking a can down the street, I asked her what she was doing, she said "Moving." Yo mama so poor she can't afford to pay attention. Yo mama so poor when I ring the doorbell I hear the toilet flush. Yo mama so poor when she goes to KFC, she has to lick other people's fingers. Yo mama so poor she went to McDonald's and put a milkshake on layaway. Yo mama so poor your family ate cereal with a fork to save milk. Yo mama so poor her face is on the front of a foodstamp. Yo mama so poor she was in K-Mart with a box of garbage bags. I said, "What ya doin'?" She said, "Buying luggage." Yo mama so poor she waves around a popsicle stick and calls it air conditioning. Yo mama so poor she has the ducks throw bread at her.

Materialism is KFC for the soul.

Think of the beginning of the story of the beginning of everything: Adam (without Eve and without divine guidance) names the animals. Continuing his work, we call stupid people bird-brained, cowardly people chickens, fools turkeys. Are these the best names we have to offer? If we can revise the notion of women coming from a rib, can’t we revise our categorizations of the animals that, draped with barbecue sauce, end up as the ribs on our dinner plates — or for that matter, the KFC in our hands?

The usefulness of the market, its effectiveness as a tool, cuts both ways. The real power of the American consumer has not yet been unleashed. The heads of Burger King, KFC, and McDonald’s should feel daunted; they’re outnumbered. There are three of them and almost three hundred million of you.

Anyway, on this fine day I was looking for diapers when I saw a seventy-year-old man walking around the Kmart drinking something I realized later was a cup of KFC gravy. Now, in full disclosure, I love gravy. Who doesn’t, really? It’s gravy, after all … but I’ve never considered gravy a beverage. Even in my most private moments with gravy I’ve never contemplated taking a swig.

He thinks he’s JFK but has the brains of a bucket of KFC.

I like kfc and taco bell

They’ll be working through until it’s done, so Janice has gone to KFC for a bargain bucket. They’re dining al desko.

i remember el salvador, /n it’s horse shit, like i tell you. i stopped chasing the messiahs /n madonnas - wised up, set myself straight. i’ve laid em /n balled em in every half-way house south of biloxi, every 10 cent bed west of tulsa, fucked /n slobbered myself stupid on swingsets, greyhounds /n gas station floors the world over. i’ve split em in half from head to ass in elevator shafts, plus-size fitting rooms, in the lobbies of sheraton inns /n kfc parking lots - fucked em everywhere every way that i could. someone else can fuck em now. i’m done w/ el salvador. i know her militias her perfume, munitions, her missing hubcaps /n posters of paris. i know her goyas, her barricades, her paintboxes /n bookshelves of baudelaire, her banners, her bullshit /n paris can keep her.

Me contó que cambiaron el nombre de Kentucky Fried Chicken por KFC porque lo que venden ya no es pollo. Es una cosa mutante modificada genéticamente, como un ciempiés gigante sin cabeza, todo muslos, pechugas y alas.

There was a guy in prison named Jackson,” said Shadow, as he ate, “worked in the prison library. He told me that they changed the name from Kentucky Fried Chicken to KFC because they don’t serve real chicken any more. It’s become this genetically modified mutant thing, like a giant centipede with no head, just segment after segment of legs and breasts and wings. It’s fed through nutrient tubes. This guy said the government wouldn’t let them use the word chicken.

Now, the tourist hot spots of the city were the very parts that made it like everywhere else. Was it possible to imagine those buildings without inhaling the animal-fat stink of McDonald's or KFC? He never thought London would cease to appeal to him, but the little faded glory it still possessed was being scuffed away by the dead hand of globalization. On his down days he saw London as a crumbling ancient house, slowly collapsing under the weight of its own past.

Which of you is better with that kind of magic?” “Sadie,” Carter said. “I’m more a combat magician.” “Giant chicken mode,” I remembered. “Dude, my avatar is a falcon-headed warrior.” “I still think you could get a sponsorship deal with KFC. Make some big bucks.

I dealt with people like this for 20 years. They will get up every day. They will kill somebody and go have some chicken at KFC. You will catch them eating chicken and drinking a beer after they just murdered three people. Sean, these people are out there. They're all over the place.

... they changed the name from Kentucky Fried Chicken to KFC because they don't serve real chicken any more. It's become this genetically modified mutant thing, like a giant centipede with no head, just segment after segment of legs and breasts and wings. It's fed through nutrient tubes. This guy said the government wouldn't let them use the word chicken.

This section begged the same sort of question as the first. Was there an Unreasonable Mathematics test? How would that work? Would it have questions like Sally and Sammy were angry at each other. They went to KFC and got an 8-piece bucket. How did they divide the bucket? A) 4/4 B) 2/6 C) 6/2 or D) 0/0. The answer was obviously D. They’re unreasonable, so they would throw the chicken on the floor so the other wouldn’t get any.

KFC insists it is “committed to the well-being and humane treatment of chickens.” How trustworthy are these words? At a slaughterhouse in West Virginia that supplies KFC, workers were documented tearing the heads off live birds, spitting tobacco into their eyes, spray-painting their faces, and violently stomping on them. These acts were witnessed dozens of times. This slaughterhouse was not a “bad apple,” but a “Supplier of the Year.” Imagine what happens at the bad apples when no one is looking. On

Yeah, she is—sorry, I can’t lie to you, Andy,” Jane says. “It’s actually for her, the trip.” “Why?” “To help her with the break-up,” she says, as if it’s obvious. “To take her mind off things, cheer her up. Talk it through.” I look at Avi indignantly. “You hear that? She gets a whole weekend.” “I’ve got a whole weekend planned.” He shrugs defensively. “Oh yeah, like what?” “Like…tomorrow. When we’re hung-over. I’ve checked if the local KFC delivers on Uber Eats.” “And?” I demand. “They do.” “We’re doing a hammam and a forest walk,” Jane offers.

We all have things we love to do. And it’s the people around us who love us that help us unlock these dreams. It’s ONLY when you find the people you love that you can create and flourish. Henry Ford was 45 when he started his third car company and created the assembly line. He did this once he eliminated all the people who tried to control him at prior companies. Colonel Sanders was 65 when he started KFC. Laura Ingalls Wilder was 65 when she wrote her first book. The book launched the Little House on the Prairie series. This was after she had been totally wiped out in the Great Depression and left with nothing but she started to surround herself with people who encouraged her and pushed her to pursue writing to make ends meet. 4.“What humanity has collectively learned so far would make up a tiny mark within the circle. Everything we all have to learn in the future would take up the rest of the space. It is a big universe, and we are all learning more about it every day. If you aren’t listening, you are missing out.” The other day someone asked me if I believe in God. There’s no answer. Always have reverence for the infinite things we will never know.

لا بحلم انى أكون فاندام ولا أصلا بحب ال Gem ولا باكل فى KFC ولا بلبس فى بدل Slim وبلعب كورة فى الشارع وبدايق أوى لو قالوا علشان طولك الفارع تُقفلِنا جون :( وأحيانا بكون مجنون وأمشى بلبس صيفى خفيف فــ عز البرد وأحيانا ياخدنى حنينى وأرجع للرومانسية وأجيب لخطيبتى صحبة ورد ♥ لا مرة حلمنا بالفيلا ولا قولنا ال fiat وحشة نحط فلوسنا فـ Corolla ياإما فــ Ford صحيح نفسى أجيب Iphone ومرة حلمت خير قال ايه راكب ليموزين :D لكن هفضل أقول دايما لا عايزين سلطة ولا عايزين خزاين مال ولا فى حد يقدر يشتري بفلوسه راحة البال ^^ فقرا صحيح ومش لاقيين لكن كل اللى عارفينه وفاهمينه وعايزينه سيبونا نعيش كبنى آدمين :)

We walk the streets of Fuzhou at night, in the one summer when I come back. Streetlights send our elongated shadows tumbling ahead of us, across the neon-tinged storefronts and buzzing lamps. Everyone comes out, the old men in wife-beaters and plastic sandals, the teenagers in fake American Eagle. Senior citizen ladies roll out before bedtime in pajama pants printed with SpongeBob or fake Chanel logos. There is a Mickey D's and a KFC, street dumpling stands, bootleg shops, karaoke bars. Everything is open late, midnight or even later. There are places to get a full-body massage, an eight ball, a happy ending. If you stay on these streets long enough, it's possible you could get everything you want, have ever wanted. Because I disremember everything, because I watch a lot of China travel shows when I am alone at night in New York, because TV mixes with my dreams mixes with my memories, we walk along the concourse that runs alongside the river even though there is no river, we turn down boulevards punctuated by palm-tree clusters even though those belong in Singapore, we smoke cigarettes openly even though it's unseemly for women, especially in my family, to smoke in public. But the feeling, the feeling of being in Fuzhou at night, remains the same.

Why should we go into space? What is the justification for spending all that effort and money on getting a few lumps of moon rock? Aren't there better causes here on Earth? The obvious answer is because it's there, all around us. Not to leave planet Earth would be like castaways on a desert island not trying to escape. We need to explore the solar system to find out where humans could live. In a way, the situation is like that in Europe before 1492. People might well have argued that it was a waste of money to send Columbus on a wild goose chase. Yet the discovery of the New World made a profound difference to the Old. Just think, we wouldn't have had the Big Mac or KFC.

There was a guy in prison named Jackson,” said Shadow, as he ate, “worked in the prison library. He told me that they changed the name from Kentucky Fried Chicken to KFC because they don’t serve real chicken any more. It’s become this genetically modified mutant thing, like a giant centipede with no head, just segment after segment of legs and breasts and wings. It’s fed through nutrient tubes. This guy said the government wouldn’t let them use the word chicken.” Mr. Ibis raised his eyebrows. “You think that’s true?” “Nope. Now, my old cellmate, Low Key, he said they changed the name because the word fried had become a bad word. Maybe they wanted people to think that the chicken cooked itself.

Pyotr wasn’t entirely satisfied with the notion of serving Aunt Thelma roast chicken, it turned out. When Kate made the mistake of telling him her menu plan, after he had caught up with her in the syrup-and-molasses aisle, his first question was “The chickens can be cut into pieces?” “Why would you want to do that?” “I am thinking you could make fried, like KFC. You know how to make fried chicken?” “No.” He waited, looking hopeful. “But you could learn?” he asked finally. “I could if I wanted to, I guess.” “And you would want to, maybe?” “Well, Pyotr, if you like KFC so much, why don’t I just buy some?” Kate said. She would love to see the expression on Aunt Thelma’s face if she did. “No, you should be cooking something,” Pyotr said. “Something with much labor. You are trying to make your aunt feel welcome.” Kate said, “Once you meet Aunt Thelma, you’ll realize that the last thing we want to do is make her feel too welcome.” “But she is family!” Pyotr said. He pronounced the word as if it were holy; he surrounded it with invisible cushions

Other than chicken and rice, you'll find Tokyo restaurants specializing in fried pork cutlets, curry rice, ramen, udon, soba, gyōza, beef tongue, tempura, takoyaki, yakitori, Korean-style grilled beef, sushi, okonomiyaki, mixed rice dishes, fried chicken, and dozens of other dishes. Furthermore, even if you know something about Japanese food, it's common to come across a restaurant whose menu or plastic food display indicates that it specializes in a particular food you've never seen before and can't quite decipher. Out of this tradition of single-purpose restaurants, Japan has created homegrown fast-food chains. McDonald's and KFC exist in Tokyo but are outnumbered by Japanese chains like Yoshinoya (beef-and-rice bowl), CoCo Ichiban (curry rice), Hanamaru Udon, Gindaco (takoyaki), Lotteria (burgers), Tenya (tempura), Freshness Burger, Ringer Hut (Nagasaki-style noodles), and Mister Donut (pizza) (just kidding). Since the Japanese are generally slim and healthy and I don't know how to read a Japanese newspaper, it was unclear to me whether Japan's fast-food chains are blamed for every social ill, but it seems like it would be hard to pin a high suicide rate on Mister Donut.

And yeah, put out as I can be with Mama 'bout a lotta things, I gotta admit she gets all the credit for getting me interested in cooking when I was just knee-high to a grasshopper. Gladys never seemed to give a damn about it when we were kids, which I guess is why she and that family of hers nourish themselves today mainly on KFC and Whoppers and junk like that. But me, I couldn't keep my eyes off Mama when she'd fix a mess of short ribs, or cut out perfect rounds of buttermilk biscuit dough with a juice glass, or spread a thick, real shiny caramel icing over her 1-2-3-4 cakes. And I can remember like it was yesterday (must have been about 4 years old at the time) when she first let me help her bake cookies, especially the same jelly treats I still make today and could eat by the dozen if I didn't now have better control. "Honey, start opening those jars on the counter," she said while she creamed butter and sugar with her Sunbeam electric hand mixer in the same wide, chipped bowl she used to make for biscuit dough. Strawberry, peach, and mint- the flavors never varied for Mama's jelly treats, and just the idea of making these cookies with anything but jelly and jam she'd put up herself the year before would have been inconceivable to Mama.

Fine, go get the dildos.” “Oh, my God.” Alec placed his hands on either side of his face. “This is the best day of my life.” Keela bit down on her lower lip. “What do you want me to do to them?” His eyes welled up. “It’s finally happening.” Bronagh covered her mouth with her hand when she couldn’t control the giggle that erupted from her. Alec’s attention zoned in on her and her mouth. “You … you’re playing … aren’t you?” he whispered, legit tears falling from his eyes. Keela laughed then, too. “That was cruel, Aideen,” Alec whispered and wiped his tear stained cheeks. “So fucking cruel. Don’t ever talk to me again. I don’t like any of you anymore.” He stormed out of the kitchen with Keela laughing as she ran after him. I looked to Kane and Nico when they grunted and found them staring at me. “What?” I asked. Nico blinked he eyes. “You shouldn’t lie like that, not about threesomes. It’s hurtful.” “It’s only hurtful because this is one threesome that isn’t comin’ true and it’s killin’ all of you.” Kane chimed in. “That doesn’t make it any less evil to lie about it. You got poor Alec’s hopes up.” “Just Alec’s?” I grinned. Kane glared at me. “Mine and Dominic’s too.” “Damn right,” Nico snarled. I laughed. “You’re all too easy to play with.” “You made Alec cry.” And I actually felt guilty about it. “Alec cried yesterday when he found out KFC were updatin’ their menu,” Bronagh cut in. “Him cryin’ isn’t that big of a deal, trust me.

Something diseased and furry had crawled into her mouth and expired while she slept. That was the only possible explanation as to why Neve had a rancid taste in her mouth and a heavy, viscous paste coating her teeth and tongue. ‘I think I’m dying,’ she groaned. The wretched state of her mouth was the least of it. There was a pounding in her head, echoed in the roiling of her gut, and her bones ached, her vital organs ached, her throat ached, even her hair follicles ached. ‘You’re not dying,’ said a voice in her ear, which sounded like nails scraping down a blackboard, even though Max’s voice had barely risen above a whisper. ‘You’ve got a hangover.’ Neve had had hangovers before and they just made her feel a tiny bit nauseous and grouchy. This felt like the bastard child of bubonic plague and the ebola virus. ‘Dying,’ she reiterated, and now she realised that she was in bed, which had been a very comfy bed the last time she’d slept in it, but now it felt as if she was lying on a pile of rocks, and even though she had the quilt and Max’s arm tucked around her, she was still cold and clammy. Neve tried to raise her head but her gaze collided with the stripy wallpaper and as well as searing her retinas, it was making her stomach heave. ‘Sick. Going to be sick.’ ‘Sweetheart, I don’t think so,’ Max said, stroking the back of her neck with feather-soft fingers. ‘You’ve already thrown up just about everything you’ve eaten in the last week.’ ‘Urgh …’ Had she? The night before was a big gaping hole in her memory. ‘What happened?’ ‘I don’t know what happened but I got a phone call from the Head of Hotel Security at three in the morning asking me if I could identify a raving madwoman in a silver dress who couldn’t remember her room number but insisted that someone called Max Pancake was sleeping there. They thought you might be a hack from the Sunday Mirror pretending to be absolutely spannered as a way of getting into the hotel.’ ‘Oh, no …’ ‘Yeah, apparently Ronaldo’s staying in one of the penthouse suites and I saw Wayne and Coleen in the bar last night. Anyway, as you were staggering down the corridor, you told me very proudly that you’d lost your phone and you’d just eaten two pieces of KFC and a bag of chips.’ ‘KFC? Oh, God …’ ‘But I wouldn’t worry about that because after you’d tried to persuade me to have my wicked way with you, you started throwing up and you didn’t stop, not for hours. I thought you were going to sleep curled around the toilet at one point.’ ‘Goodness …

Могадишо вряд ли бы выиграл приз как самое безопасное место в мире, но экспат, возглавлявший нашу охрану, оптимистично заявил, что «Старый Мог возвращается. Мой строительный бизнес процветает. Скоро это место станет лучшим городом мира. Те брошенные, разрушенные дома на берегу будут стоить миллионы. Сейчас можете за бесценок купить. Увидите. Скоро тут построят МакДак, KFC, и русские шлюхи подвалят». В одну из таких поездок я прослышал, что неделю назад водитель автобуса остановился, чтобы пропустить стаканчик-другой, пока его остались дожидаться 15 пациентов с расстройством психики, которых он вез в лечебницу рядом с Лилонгве. Когда он вернулся в автобус, то увидел, что все пациенты успели сбежать. В страхе увольнения за ужасную халатность он подъехал к ближайшей автобусной остановке и предложил бесплатный проезд первым пятнадцати пассажирам, взошедшим на борт. Их-то он и отвез в психиатрическую лечебницу, предупредив персонал, что эти пациенты страдали буйной фантазией и высокой возбудимостью. О его проделке узнали лишь три дня спустя. (Мне до сих пор не известно, была ли эта история лишь слухом или просто еще одним эпизодом в стиле «Т.А.».) Принц Джефри был обладателем 80 дорогих машин и роскошной яхты под названием «Сиськи», за которой следили двое служащих – «Сосок-1» и «Сосок-2». Если бы я подал заявление на работу морализатора, то обязательно проконсультировался бы с Джефри о том, как оживить это место. И добавить ему немного стиля. По моему опыту, жители Бирмы были верующими буддистами и следовали законам буддизма. Они были самыми вежливыми и мирными ребятами, которых я когда-либо встречал, редко обижались, почти никогда не злились и завершали каждый разговор легким поклоном и улыбкой, сводя ладони в жесте благодарности. Возможно, я – разочаровавшийся в мире житель Запада, но мне показалось, что их вежливость доходила до крайности, когда наблюдательность переходила границу и вторгалась в личное пространство, радость превращалась в подобострастие, а помощь была больше похожа на рабское служение. К сожалению, такое отношение делало их прекрасными подданными тоталитарного государства, и может, именно из-за этого они уже 50 лет страдают от его правления. Отличная проповедь, Бог. Церковь не та. После многочасового любования этой красотой я спустился вниз по длинной металлической лестнице на маленький остров посреди реки, в которую падал водопад, – вода шумела с трех сторон, а капли поднимались на высоту 150 метров. Я сидел на одинокой скамейке в джунглях, вокруг никого не было, и с удивлением смотрел, открыв рот, распахнув глаза, оглохнув от невероятного шума, купаясь в мягком тумане, час за часом. Это не похоже ни на одно место в мире. Говорят, что, когда Элеонор Рузвельт увидела Игуасу, она воскликнула: «Бедная Ниагара!» испытывал ужасное одиночество во всех этих многомесячных странствиях. Когда-то я мог положиться на свой приятный внешний вид, шарм, вежливость и любовь к жизни, чтобы завести интересное знакомство по дороге, где было невозможно выстроить серьезные отношения из-за моих постоянных перемещений. Но моей единственной компанией в баре Down Under было австралийское пиво. Я больше не котировался на рынке холостяков, и чем сильнее старался разговаривать и одеваться так же небрежно и естественно, как молодежь, тем больше выглядел придурком. Это было совсем новое приключение, и мне вовсе не хотелось его продолжать. УРОВЕНЬ КОМФОРТА ЖИЗНИ СТРАНЫ НА ОСНОВАНИИ КАЧЕСТВА ТУАЛЕТНОЙ БУМАГИ В ОБЩЕСТВЕННЫХ ТУАЛЕТАХ: 1) мягкая белая; 2) жесткая белая; 3) жесткая коричневатая, зеленоватая или сиреневая; 4) куски газет; 5) ведро воды (чаще в Азии); 6) нет бумаги, нет воды. Отсутствует стульчак; 7) вообще нет туалетов.

You'll never get to heaven on a row boat, but you can surely find heaven in KFC

Her fake tan was the exact shade of a KFC chicken thigh.

She serves us, pouring the iced tea into red plastic cups, piling chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and a couple of biscuits each onto our plates. It's an almost entirely brown meal. Mama would say it needs a colorful vegetable to complete it, but brown or not, it tastes good. Salty and hot, except for the tea of course, which is cold and sweet.

Almost all the scientific studies Irving had looked at up to now, the e-mail explained, had a catch. The vast majority of research into whether drugs work or not is funded by big pharmaceutical companies, and they do this research for a specific reason: they want to be able to market those drugs so they can make a profit out of them. That’s why the drug companies conduct their scientific studies in secret, and afterward, they only publish the results that make their drugs look good, or that make their rivals’ drugs look worse. They do this for exactly the same reasons that (say) KFC would never release information telling you that fried chicken isn’t good for you.

Turning a corner, she encountered the smell of fried chicken. One of the test kitchens had been working on a new product for a fast-food client, developing a proprietary sauce for a new kind of sandwich to compete with one KFC had recently brought to market. It had no bun, but rather two pressed chicken segments deep-fried in a shortening of processed lard and beef fat, wrapped around thick shingled bacon and a slice of provolone, and smothered in this hydrogenated oil-based sauce.

I practically skipped over to the picnic and sat down. Dominic laughed and sat down across from me. He opened a huge basket and reached inside; I burst out laughing when he lifted out a bucket of KFC chicken pieces.

We was just kids, we did kid stuff. And we didn’t have things to do like people in the city. We couldn’t catch the bus to the beach or the movies or hang out in big shopping malls. We had to ride everywhere or shanks it. Go for a milkshake at the roadhouse, check out the tip. Because there was no KFC or Subway. We’d walk along the highway looking for eagle feathers.

At that point, I was thinking it’s all good as long as you drink a lot of water, as in you could then eat anything. Almost. You’re not gonna fucking eat foie gras and KFC Double Downs all day long and drink a lot of water, and then be all good. No, you’re gonna die.

He threw his hands up and sucked his teeth. “Without all the bullshit? That shit ain’ made for no Black people, Darren. Tha’s some rich white women shit, nigga. Ain’ no Black people need no therapists, ’cause we don’ be havin’ those mental issues. OCD, ADD, PTSD, and all those other acronyms they be comin’ up with every day. I’m tellin’ you, the only acronyms Black folk need help with is the NYPD, FBI, CIA, KKK, and KFC, ’cause I know they be puttin’ shit in those twelve-piece bucket meals to make us addicted to them. All that saturated fat, sodium. That shit crack, but—

Yo mama so poor, when she goes to KFC, she has to lick other people's fingers! I put

And if you see, like, a KFC or something, that would be good too.

In 2009, KFC decided to promote their brand by giving Oprah viewers the opportunity to print out a coupon entitling them to a free lunch. The company however had underestimated the sheer number of people who would print out the voucher - sixteen million in total - and when massive queues formed, food began to run out and the company tried to backtrack on its promise, customer staged sit-ins and even began to riot.

Colonel Sanders went to 1,000 restaurants before someone bought his KFC chicken recipe.

Recently a KFC franchise advertised a promotion to help fight juvenile diabetes. If you bought a half gallon of soda, what they call the “Mega Jug,” which contains a whopping 800 calories and 56 spoonfuls of white sugar, they would donate one whole fucking dollar to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation.

Kid,’ he laughed ‘you’re crazier than a shithouse rat in an Indian restaurant but you’ve got yourself a deal. Vinny! Lace up, you and the KFC are going three rounds.

While researching Champagne I became so fascinated with the repeated suggestion that I finally broke down, and ran out one night to bring back the merely average fried chicken from my local gas station, which I ate with a bottle of Nicholas Feuillatte brut. It was everything promised, the Champagne taming the grease while amplifying the salty, rich flavor, and it made even this run of the mill fried chicken much better. It was so good I don’t know how I’ll ever go back to beer. I can’t endorse KFC, but if you have a Popeye’s near you, I suggest putting down this book, taking a break, making a fried chicken-and-Champagne run, and then picking up where you left off, decadently satisfied. Just don’t buy Korbel or Cook’s.

Nandos, KFC & Chicken Licken can co-exists and thrive in the same mall trading in the same commodity. You know why? Because they are different.

Loneliness resides at the bottom of a KFC bucket.

Идеология, по моему опыту, всегда была слегка оторвана от реальной жизни. Активисты и политические движения моей юности боролись за что-то абстрактное: поддерживали партизан в Никарагуа или воздвигали палаточные городки на лужайке перед колледжем, стремясь заставить администрацию прекратить связи с ЮАР эпохи апартеида. Какими бы важными ни были эти проблемы, мне не хватало воображения (или сочувствия), чтобы связать их с собственными действиями. Они никак не влияли на то, что я ем, где сплю, чем занимаюсь целый день. Вот что я тогда усвоила: политика — для тех, кто любит разговаривать. Политика может повлиять на людей, которые живут на другом конце земного шара, но никогда — никогда — не повлияет на тебя. Пока не заведешь ребенка. Тогда идеи вдруг мигом оказываются тесно связанными с действиями. Все самые личные вещи превращаются в политический выбор, нравится тебе это или нет. Начинается всё еще с беременности: идешь ли ты в KFC налопаться фастфуда или ешь кашку? Далее — роды: веришь ли в естественные роды или готова прямо сейчас взять мобильник и заказать себе кесарево? Будешь рожать дома или в больнице? Обрезать или не обрезать мальчика? Кормить грудью или из бутылочки? Продолжать работать или стать домохозяйкой? Давать ли ребенку прокричаться или спать с ним в одной кровати? Коляска или слинг? Телевизор или нет телевизора? Обычная жизнь редко подбрасывает нам так много противопоставлений, особенно столь наполненных философской подоплекой. Принимать все эти решения было очень тяжело. И огромное число родителей из моих знакомых решили не принимать их, а положиться на один подход, ставший ответом на все вопросы и ликвидировавший все проблемы разом: естественное родительство[11]. Вообще-то, существовало множество теорий взращивания новорожденных, но, заехав в северный Сиэтл (а по отчетам знакомых, и западный Лос-Анджелес, и Бруклин, и Портленд, Орегон, и любой другой либеральный анклав), вы бы этого никогда не поняли. В северном Сиэтле было естественное родительство и не было больше ничего. Северный Сиэтл был ежом из эссе Исайя Берлина, созданием, смотревшим на мир сквозь призму одного-единственного понятия[12].

There was a little note on the nightstand written on the back of a KFC napkin: Went for coffee, be right back. R  Okay, so maybe he didn't sign it with a heart or an XOXO, but the man was going for coffee. Gotta love that.

Q: Why don’t they have any toilet paper in KFC? A: Because it’s finger-licking good!

to like kfc or to not like kfc that is the meaning of life

The thing about Jason Bourne is that he only really shines when he’s being chased. Without the forces of evil pursuing him, Jason Bourne is basically council house trash living on KFC and the proceeds of his illegal Polish and Romanian girlfriends who’ll toss you off for a tenner at the local lottery ticket kiosk.

Despite the challenges, Coca-Cola succeeded in the end. China has become Coca-Cola's third largest market in the world, after the United States and Mexico. It has invested over $5 billion in China. More important, Coca-Cola has blazed a trail for other foreign companies—Pepsi, KFC, McDonald's, Coors, Budweiser, IBM, Apple, Dell, Procter & Gamble, Walmart, Sheraton,

Q: Why didn't the chicken cross the road? A: Because there was a KFC on the other side!    

That’s why the drug companies conduct their scientific studies in secret, and afterward, they only publish the results that make their drugs look good, or that make their rivals’ drugs look worse. They do this for exactly the same reasons that (say) KFC would never release information telling you that fried chicken isn’t good for you.

Just as we have shifted en masse from eating food to eating junk food, [...] we have shifted from having meaningful values to having junk values. All this mass-produced fried chicken looks like food, and it appeals to the part of us that evolved to need food; yet it doesn’t give us what we need from food—nutrition. Instead, it fills us with toxins. In the same way, all these materialistic values, telling us to spend our way to happiness, look like real values; they appeal to the part of us that has evolved to need some basic principles to guide us through life; yet they don’t give us what we need from values—a path to a satisfying life. Instead, they fill us with psychological toxins. Junk food is distorting our bodies. Junk values are distorting our minds. Materialism is KFC for the soul.

Throwing even more fuel on this fire was Alibaba’s record-breaking 2014 debut on the New York Stock Exchange. A group of Taobao sellers rang the opening bell for Alibaba’s initial public offering on September 19, just nine days after Premier Li’s speech. When the dust settled on a furious round of trading, Alibaba had claimed the title of the largest IPO in history, and Jack Ma was crowned the richest man in China. But it was about more than just the money. Ma had become a national hero, but a very relatable one. Blessed with a goofy charisma, he seems like the boy next door. He didn’t attend an elite university and never learned how to code. He loves to tell crowds that when KFC set up shop in his hometown, he was the only one out of twenty-five applicants to be rejected for a job there. China’s other early internet giants often held Ph.D.s or had Silicon Valley experience in the United States. But Ma’s ascent to rock-star status gave a new meaning to “mass entrepreneurship”—in other words, this was something that anyone from the Chinese masses had a shot at. The government endorsement and Ma’s example of internet entrepreneurship were particularly effective at winning over some of the toughest customers: Chinese mothers. In the traditional Chinese mentality, entrepreneurship was still something for people who couldn’t land a real job. The “iron rice bowl” of lifetime employment in a government job remained the ultimate ambition for older generations who had lived through famines. In fact, when I had started Sinovation Ventures in 2009, many young people wanted to join the startups we funded but felt they couldn’t do so because of the steadfast opposition of their parents or spouses. To win these families over, I tried everything I could think of, including taking the parents out to nice dinners, writing them long letters by hand, and even running financial projections of how a startup could pay off. Eventually we were able to build strong teams at Sinovation, but every new recruit in those days was an uphill battle. By 2015, these people were beating down our door—in one case, literally breaking Sinovation’s front door—for the chance to work with us. That group included scrappy high school dropouts, brilliant graduates of top universities, former Facebook engineers, and more than a few people in questionable mental states. While I was out of town, the Sinovation headquarters received a visit from one would-be entrepreneur who refused to leave until I met with him. When the staff told him that I wouldn’t be returning any time soon, the man lay on the ground and stripped naked, pledging to lie right there until Kai-Fu Lee listened to his idea.

But what if it worked out? No. No. God, Chase, that is such stupid thinking that you cannot do. Lying to ourself about the gravity of the complications is only going to get our ass roasted like a rotisserie chicken at KFC. Do we understand us? DO WE? Fuck.

You're so fat you can’t even do the ABC’s, just the KFC’s.

In 2016, a fried chicken scented candle was released by KFC.

Dunkin’ Donuts, Starbucks, and KFC have all tried and failed in Israel. In early 2020, KFC re-entered the country – results remain to be seen.

A red light stopped the Subaru at a three-pronged intersection where a McDonald’s sat opposite a KFC which sat across from a Taco Bell and waiting behind the Subaru on her way to a robbery Alabama watched as a monstrously fat woman marched out of the McDonald’s while guzzling from a box of fries and continued right on into the KFC and Alabama noticed now a billboard high above the KFC upon which a skinny blonde with perky tits wrapped in the Stars and Stripes stood on top of an aggressively masculine pickup truck like a white-trash Wonder Woman beside giant text which read “PICKUP A HOT CHICK IN THE NEW DODGE RAM” and for one revelatory moment that passed just as quick Alabama had never in her life felt so American.

The salad is in some kind of black plant pot, with KFC-style fried popcorn chicken, iceberg lettuce that seems to have been fed through a paper shredder and the dressing in an artful Z shape across the top, as if, with a flourish, Zorro has jizzed on my meal. Olé!

Other recession-born babies include Monopoly, Apple, Clif Bar, Scrabble, KFC, Domino’s Pizza, FedEx, and Microsoft. This is no coincidence, as economic downturns produce discounted infrastructure, outstanding freelancers at bargain prices, and rock-bottom advertising deals—all impossible when everyone is optimistic.

TYPES OF LOGOS I have found different classifications of logos, but the most relevant from my point of view is one that puts logos into seven categories: abstract (Pepsi), mascot (KFC), combination mark (Burger King), emblem (Harvard University), letter mark (IBM), pictorial (Apple), and word mark (Google).

Japanese eat Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) for Christmas. It all started in 1974 when KFC Japan successfully promoted fried chicken as a Christmas meal.

they catch initials -- STD, PMS, OCD, HIV, etc., as if MTV teamed up with KFC and licensed the Latin alphabet to the pharmaceutical industry so OTCs could replace MDs. If Romeo and Juliet were alive today, they’d be put on antidepressants, sent for counseling, and bundled off to separate boarding schools to meet socially acceptable partners with money-back guarantees.

If he only wants your breasts, legs & thighs then send him to KFC.

Right next to the minibus rank, of course, is a KFC. That’s one thing about South Africa: There’s always a KFC. KFC found the black people. KFC did not play games. They were in the hood before McDonald’s, before Burger King, before anyone. KFC was like, “Yo, we’re here for you.

You five go into those woods with some buckets and bring us back some water. And if you see, like, a KFC or something, that would be good too.

the Piggly Wiggly is gone and there’s a new Taco Bell/KFC combo on Main Street, but Mama says Mrs. Shay still does a fish fry every Saturday and sells chitterlings dinners at Christmas.

INSPIRED BY KFC® ORIGINAL RECIPE CHICKEN COPYCAT KFC FRIED CHICKEN This fried chicken can be served hot or pulled out of the fridge the next day as leftovers. Either way, folks love it. —Jeanne Schnitzler, Lima, MT PREP: 15 MIN. • COOK: 15 MIN./BATCH • MAKES: 12 SERVINGS 4 cups all-purpose flour, divided 2 Tbsp. garlic salt 1 Tbsp. paprika 3 tsp. pepper, divided 2 ½ tsp. poultry seasoning 2 large eggs 1 ½ cups water 1 tsp. salt 2 broiler/fryer chickens (3 ½ to 4 lbs. each), cut up Oil for deep-fat frying 1. In a large shallow dish, combine 2 ⅔ cups flour, garlic salt, paprika, 2 ½ tsp. pepper and poultry seasoning. In another shallow dish, beat the eggs and 1 ½ cups water; add salt and the remaining 1 ⅓ cups flour and ½ tsp. pepper. Dip chicken in egg mixture, then place in flour mixture, a few pieces at a time. Turn to coat. 2. In a deep-fat fryer, heat oil to 375°. Fry chicken, several pieces at a time, until chicken is golden brown and juices run clear, about 7-8 minutes on each side. Drain on paper towels. 5 oz. cooked chicken: 543 cal., 33g fat (7g sat. fat), 137mg chol., 798mg sod., 17g carb. (0 sugars, 1g fiber), 41g pro.

I look at Avi indignantly. “You hear that? She gets a whole weekend.” “I’ve got a whole weekend planned.” He shrugs defensively. “Oh yeah, like what?” “Like…tomorrow. When we’re hung-over. I’ve checked if the local KFC delivers on Uber Eats.” “And?” I demand. “They do.” “We’re doing a hammam and a forest walk,” Jane offers.

INSPIRED BY KFC® CHILI LIME FRIED CHICKEN CHILI-LIME CHICKEN WINGS Who would have guessed that mixing maple syrup, chili sauce and lime juice would make chicken wings taste so good? Family and guests alike will scramble to ensure they get more than one of these utterly delicious wings—so be sure to make extras! —Taste of Home Test Kitchen PREP: 20 MIN. • COOK: 10 MIN./BATCH • MAKES: 2 DOZEN 2 ½ lbs. whole chicken wings 1 cup maple syrup ⅔ cup chili sauce 2 Tbsp. lime juice 2 Tbsp. Dijon mustard 1 cup all-purpose flour 2 tsp. salt 2 tsp. paprika ¼ tsp. pepper Oil for deep-fat frying Optional: Thinly sliced green onions and lime wedges 1. Cut wings into 3 sections; discard wing tip sections. In a large saucepan, combine syrup, chili sauce, lime juice and mustard. Bring to a boil; cook until liquid is reduced to about 1 cup. 2. Meanwhile, in a large shallow dish, combine flour, salt, paprika and pepper. Add wings a few at a time and toss to coat. 3. In an electric skillet or deep fryer, heat oil to 375°. Fry wings, a few at a time, for 6-8 minutes or until no longer pink, turning once. Drain on paper towels. Transfer wings to a large bowl; add sauce mixture and toss to coat. Serve immediately, with sliced green onions and lime wedges if desired. Note: Uncooked chicken wing sections (wingettes) may be substituted for whole chicken wings. 1 piece: 142 cal., 8g fat (1g sat. fat), 15mg chol., 198mg sod., 12g carb. (9g sugars, 0 fiber), 5g pro.

The National Institute on Drug Abuse now defines addiction as a compulsion that persists in spite of negative health and social consequences. Plenty of people use and abuse drugs, but only relatively few become addicts. Why? While dopamine in the reward center creates the initial interest in a drug or behavior and provides the motivation to get it, what makes addiction such a stubborn problem is the structural changes it causes in the brain. Scientists now consider addiction a chronic disease because it wires in a memory that triggers reflexive behavior. The same changes occur regardless of whether the addiction is to drugs or gambling or eating. Once the reward has the brain’s attention, the prefrontal cortex instructs the hippocampus to remember the scenario and sensation in vivid detail. If it’s greasy food that you can’t resist, the brain links the aroma of Kentucky Fried Chicken to Colonel Sanders’s beard and that red and white bucket. Those cues take on salience and get linked together into a web of associations. Each time you drive up to KFC, the synaptic connections linking everything together get stronger and pick up new cues. This is how habits are formed.

The problem with “special” things, though, is that they do not last. As a category of being, “special” cannot help being vampiric, and so “special” is really the opposite of “holy.” Holy things beget holy things. Because holiness shares in the boundless nature of God, there is always more holiness to go around. Holy water consecrates all that it touches as holy. Holy places confer their holiness on the activities that transpire therein. As a bishop consecrates a deacon to the position of priest, or a priest consecrates the romance of bride and groom, holy men may confer their holiness on others. Special things cannot confer their specialness on other things, though. One special thing is naturally at war with other special things. Holiness is an open system, which means a holy thing can make a common thing holy without losing its own holiness. Specialness is a closed system, though, for one thing cannot become special without devouring or absorbing the specialness of another. The goal of a new blockbuster is to make old blockbusters look dull by comparison. The goal of new clothing styles is to make old clothing styles look dowdy by comparison. The goal of a fashionable new church is to make old churches seem dull and conventional by comparison. The goal of new pornography is to make old pornography look chaste by comparison. The goal of the latest KFC sandwich is to make the last KFC sandwich seem flavorless by comparison.

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