back in barbados,
i remember kfc being soooooooo good.
there was one down the street from our house.
every sunday,
my aunt would send over kfc for us to eat for dinner.
the chicken was GOOD and i loved eating the skin.

KFC’s chicken had the best skin in the business.

at times,
i preferred kfc over chefette even though i loved their rotis.
i came to america and kfc was cool but something changed.
they fucked up the original recipe and just like that…

Popeyes (and dare I say Kennedys) became the new chicken spot.

a patron was eating kfc the other day and look what she found…

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