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KFC has some of the weirdest ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ advertisements and publicity campaigns I have ever seen. Now, I understand the crispy colonel, who doesn't want to see Sanders in his tighty whiteys with his massive bulge stickingout. Seeing him as a football coach, now that was amazing. Just imagining him slapping the asses of and ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ those muscular young men aroused me in a way that I could never imagine. I became so jealous, I wanted to kill those men just so I could be with him myself. Why would they deprive me of my Colonel, my precious and beautiful Kentucky Prince?
I often dream about Colonel Sanders, beating me in the face with his colossal, crispy drumstick as I guzzle down his mashed potatoes and gravy, perhaps even indulging in the bits of macaroni and cheese he has stored in his glorious, Kentucky-shaped rectum.
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