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I once ate so many hard boiled eggs I thought I was a chicken. I even got married and had a large family in a henhouse in Oregon. It was only after my wife, Cluckenetta got killed by a brutal Kentucky Friend Chicken fryer did I snap out of my delusional state. I almost shed a tear as I ate one of Cluckenetta?s deliciously golden brown thighs with a side order of mashed potatoes. God damn Cluckenetta was finger licking good.
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