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Ibrahim Langoo, a student in the UK, found what he described as a “wrinkled brain” inside a fried piece KFC chicken at a location in Colchester, Essex. “I threw it down onto my tray immediately,” he said. “It looked like a brain. I suddenly felt grim and really sick. I couldn’t bring myself to pick the lump up so I went to the serving counter to complain. It was about 1pm and pretty hectic in the restaurant and as it was so busy none of the staff helped me.” Langoo took his complaint to the company’s website and KFC responded with an apology and vouchers for free meals. KFC officials also determined that the organ was in fact a kidney, not a piece of brain. A KFC spokesperson described the product as “unsightly,” but stressed that it posed no health risk. (via HuffPo)
This is the best McD’s story yet. In our humble state of California, a woman named Shelly Lynn is suing McDonald’s for forcing her into becoming a literal ho. See, Shelly started working there in 1982 (yes, that says 82) and she claimed her wages were so low and the health benefits so inferior that she had to become a prostitute to survive and her boss became her pimp. She’s suing for lost wages, negligence, damages and even sex trafficking.
Chick-Fil-A – purveyors of the most unbelievably delicious fag-hating chicken sandwiches IN THE WORLD – opened in Hollywood yesterday, just blocks from the WOW offices. Already celebrities who eat there are being tarred and feathered by homo-loving lamestream media. Now, of course we would NEVER eat there. (Unless we were wearing heavily veiled, face-obscuring picture hats.) But we went down to see what all the hubbub was about. There was only one picketer when we arrived and his message seemed a bit muddled.
“Soooo…” I timidly asked: “St Peter being a closet case… That’s a good thing? Or a bad thing?”
“It’s just a fact,” he replied.
“OK, help me along. I’m not quite there yet. You’re saying St Peter was gay, which means you’re PROTESTING Chick-Fil-A on the grounds that…”
He looked annoyed with me. “I’m gay,” he barked. “And I may lay down with a man but I don’t treat him like a vagina, that’s disgusting.” Which didn’t fully explain why he was there, but it’s now my Facebook quote, so there you go. You might want to ask him a few follow-up questions yourself, if you are at the big protest rally tomorrow. That is, if you are in LA and you hate homophobia more than you love delicious, deep-fried, Southern chicken.. Here’s the link to a Facebook page with the details.