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PopeYes - HeckNo
Popeyes Chicken is a guilty pleasure of mine.
Surprising, I know.
Usually after a night of drinking at Danny's. Or sometimes for no good reason at all, like maybe I happened to be passing by it and didn't feel like making dinner (as was the case yesterday).
Those spicy chicken strips. Those biscuits! I mean, Daay-am.
Let's just say that as of 6 a.m. this morning, Popeyes will no longer be a guilty pleasure of mine.
Never again, Popeyes. Never. Again.
PS - thanks to Niner, Popeyes will now always be known as "Pope Yes." I mean: look carefully at the sign: Pope Yes not Popeyes.
13 comments:
I was just trying to decide what to do for lunch: clog my arteries with Popeyes or uncork my colon with Taco Bell. My mom always calls it Pope Yes, so you're in great company.
(sigh) Ah, those were the days when we could eat any ol' crap we wanted, without worrying about the consequences.
Sucks to get old (no, of COURSE i wasn't talking about you honey!) :)
It's kind of ambiguous here whether you are planning to stop eating at PopeYes, or just to stop feeling guilty about eating at PopeYes.
I get craving for their mashed potatoes and gravy.
Blegh.
I get the same queesy feeling from White Castle.
Ok, that first image at the top of your post? I didn't think it was a stomach at first, and it made me gag. Because what I *thought* it was, should never, ever look like that. As for your 6a.m. change of heart, will you now call it POPE NO?
Jules
House of Jules
i read the word "biscuits" and my mouth watered. i'm in trouble. tell me your tips on how to quit. please!?!
hmmm...I'm scared.
Don't cave in to the Catholic Agenda. All you'll end up with is fried fish and cheap red wine.
You going to Danny's tomorrow night?
is that your stomach?
the jorts and the "pope yes stomach" and competing within my brain for supremacy at being most disturbing.
well played, my friend. well played.
That picture is strangely beautiful, in a horrific, artery-clogging kind of way.
We don't have a Pope Yes in my state. So therefore, I will be unable to get any type of intestinal funk and share your pain.
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