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Conversations with my Cabbie I
March 6, 2006 - 10:59pm — matt (not verified)Walking home a little drunk at 3am, stop in at Kennedy Fried Chicken.
At this hour in this neighborhood, guys behind counters always seem happy to see a whitey stop in.
"What's hot?"
"Hunh?"
"What's ready?"
"Wings!"
"Wings it is then. 6 pieces, please."
