You're at home sitting on your couch
when you hear the beeping of your microwave from the kitchen. You get up, hoping that the kid cuisine that you bought 3 weeks ago (so you could reminisce about your childhood like a sad, lonely, piece of shit) would magically turn into a 3 course meal. You open the door to the microwave and to your amazement, the kid cuisine was gone. You looked in awe at the new meal in the metal box. The sad excuse for chicken nuggets had turned into succulent Chicken Tenders, the lukewarm mashed potatoes had turned into a full chicken pot pie, and the sludgy pudding turned into two cookies, neatly placed on top of one another. You feel hot breath on your neck, and you turn around to see HIM.
"It's finger lickin' good," He says as he looks down at you.
It was him, the man, the only man in the world who could make such a miracle happen right under my nose. It was Harland David Sanders, the one and only Colonel, the God of this world, Chicken Connoisseur, D
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Finger Lickin Good
Fanfictiona dreamy trip with the colonel that leaves you craving the gravy Written by three homosexuals
