I have this friend. Good friend, actually. Introduced me to my wife (who was then dating a completely different friend of his, so he may not be universally liked). He's not a bad guy, I may even go so far as to say he's a nice guy. Wouldn't say sexy, but that's me.
He has had some aweful things happen to him in his life. Things that would scar a lesser person. Skew their view of the world and the peole in it. Some seriously traumatic stuff. It actually sickens me to think of it, but I need to be strong and soldier forward, if not for my friend, then for my family, who depend on me. But I digress. Twice now he has found ... shall we say aliens in his food.
The first was a bit of chicken in his KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken). "A-Hah!" I can hear you say. "That's not unusual. Many people find chicken in their KFC each day. Some may say it happens sofrequently they have come to expect it!" To which I answer "Yes! You are 100% correct! Except they do not usually expect to find the chickens FEET all nicely crisped in 11 secret herbs and spices."
And more recently he was a bit bugged to find an unwanted ingredient had wormed it's way into his Big Mac. A worm. Looks like a caterpillar, actually. Thankfully he found both halves of the worm, and they were joined at the middle. So it appears he didn't ingest any part of it. I say appears because, you know, he could have easily swallowed a dozen of the things befor noticing. I've seen him eat. Vacuum cleaner companies could learn a thing or two from him.
The worst thing I've ever found in my MacDonalds is, well, MacDonalds.
So this post is dedicated to Jon. Be strong! Hang in there!
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