What is the biggest bucket of chicken you have ever eaten solo? 8 piece? 12 piece?
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>In London to see MetallicA at earls court
>After the gig we all decided to get a bit of KFC for the train ride home
>Everyone orders like a 2pcs that sort of shit
>I order a 16pcs bucket, cashier says sorry we can't do that
>Order the 12pcs bucket instead
> Guy behind me orders like a 2pcs or some shit
>Cashier, sorry we've run out of chicken
>I didn't even eat all of it
Popeyes, 12 piece chicken, 4 biscuits, 2 mash potatoes, large pop
went to steak and shake 2 hours later for 2 large shakes and an onion ring
help me bros, fucking help me
Oh God. In college KFC was my hangover food. me and my bud would go to our local franchise and get out own bucket. I had to get extra gravy because I need the mashed potatoes like soup as well as dipping for the chicken and biscuits.
Every Tuesday I eat 9 pieces of hot and spicy for $9.95.
This honestly makes me feel a lot better about my own crummy living conditions.
I usually order 4 pieces of chicken, 4 large fries, and 4 of these. No soda.
Quite a lot of food, but I always feel like I could eat more. I stop just because the food makes me feel awful. They do taste pretty good once in a while.
Soft and fluffy dough? Idk how to describe it. I don't exactly remember what a scone felt/tasted like, but from what I can tell, a biscuit is supposed to be fluffier, a bit less dry, and flaky. I only had US grocery stone scones though, so they were probably shit.
and i feel like im living in a pig sty when i have a few empty pop cans on my desk
I don't think I get buckets of chicken for myself ever, and I generally don't like KFC but I can go through boxes of those hot wings they have there. Idk what spices they use but that is the tastiest chicken I've ever had.
One day after I got bullied in university and rejected by 2 girls on the same day that I asked out I just broke down and had a shock. I went to the bank, withdrew $200 and I bought two 18 piece buckets, 2 orders of fries, mashed potatoes, 3 snack boxes and a zinger. In addition I also got lots of cola, 26 oz of vodka and I ordered pizzas. At everything from about 1pm-3am while playing GTA V on Xbox 360. The sad thing is that isn't even my lowest point. I hate myself so much I can never stop eating.
I'm 377lbs as of last week and about 5'6, alcoholic, bald, small dick. I don't even fucking care anymore. SOCIETY MADE ME LIKE THIS. I was bullied, sexually abused, ridiculed, mocked and thrown around. I am society's punching bag and I DON'T CARE IF YOU JUDGE ME ANYMORE. FUCK YOU.
Work on the alcoholism and you sound pretty cute to me.
Big disclaimer: I'm a taken female fat fetishist (who would gladly work with a partner to get their weight down for health reasons and just enjoy it while it's there) with a preference for short guys and who doesn't really care about dick size or baldness.
Rare combination, sure. But... hey! I exist. I'm sure I'm not unique. There are probably other girls with this set of preferences out there who don't look half bad and would find you perfectly cute. Personality is really what it would come down to, and that level of vulnerability can definitely gain you some empathy points. As long as you're a genuinely nice dude with decent interests, you can probably pull yourself up in the dating scene.
Also, bullying in a university? Sorry you're going to school with people stuck in a 5th grade mentality.
So what kinds of buckets do you guys have in your countries?
Everytime I order a bucket in Australia, they split it across several boxes.
They even show it as a bucket on the website.
Fucking lying cucks.
418lbs. Largest meal I ever consumed was 3 large dominoes pizzas, large bottle of coke, 2 buckets of chicken, 20 piece chicken nuggets, 3 large orders of fries, frozen mac and cheese, and an entire chocolate cheese cake + 1 pint of rocky road ice cream with a package of oreos and half a bottle of fudge. My cat died that day and I just lost any sense of control.
I've done that before.
>be at 7/11
>there are two tills
>I know the guy beside me wants chicken
>there isn't enough for two left in the case
>ask my teller for the wings
>he asks how many
>I say six
>he tells me they only have five
>time is running short
>all of it just give me all the chicken!
>he goes and gets it before the other teller
To be fair, the other guy didn't even know there was a race.
I think I'm a normie when it comes to food