KFC

Curtis:  You know I stopped at KFC tonight.  That company has really gone downhill since that Sanders fella died.

Me:  I don't eat there.

Curtis:  Well I got me some slaw.  I wanted that slaw to be like my salad.  It looked bad, smelled bad and it tasted terrible.

Me:  Its KFC...what did you expect?

Curtis:  I expect them to be consistent.  That's the trouble with corporate people takin' over...they're always messin' with stuff.

Me:  I'm still confused why you ate something that looked bad and smelled bad....

Curtis:  I was hungry, Lesley!  Good God.


BONUS POST:

Phone message left for me today when I called to inquire about an address for a Christmas card (address number changed to protect the innocent):

"Lesley, that address is, uh, 1234 Saddle horn.  S-A-D-D-L-E H-O-R-N. 
Like the saddle horn on a..... well a saddle.  Hehe. Ok.  Love you.  Bye."