It was a Sunday morning after church, and I was sitting on my couch with some finger licking
fried chicken, and then realized, that I didn't have any dipping sauce. So I ran up to the store
and grabbed a bottle of ranch and BBQ sauce and was on my way. When I got home there was
something weird, like not different but there was something small that was missing, it was quite
out of the norm for me but I just went along with it, So I sat down and turned on my favorite
channel and began to watch the current AD. I then realized that forgot my chicken in the dining
room, So I went and got it, and then I sat back down and the remote had a bite out of it, I shook
my head and looked back. And then there were only crumbs on the couch, so I dusted it off and
began to eat my fried Chicken.
