Nobody does it better;
Makes me feel sad for the rest:
Nobody does it half as good as you--
Baby (baby,) Harland!, you're the best...
Oh boy, Colonel!
Friday night I took data from 1730 to...um...well into Saturday. Sometime around 2200 I had an impressive craving for chicken strips. As a result...me and Carly Simon collaborated on a tribute to Col. H. Sanders.
He looks like he's been eating some fingers, maybe a lot of fingers, but the fact of the matter is that he doesn't look too bad for someone who died hardly even a month after I was born. One might even say the Zombie Sanders just has a little bloat to him.
To the book depository!