in the night -- ohhh, I'd say early in 1971 or thereabouts -- Col. Sanders
received a threatening visit from a most ominous foursome: Long John Silver,
Arthur Treacher, H. Salt, and a little boy named D. The next day,
the Colonel issued a memo, and all Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurants stopped
sale only came once a year, but those avacado
if you couldn't get past the police, you could probably see the same things
by peeking in your neighbor's window.
And, for those not quite on a Pizitz
budget . . . . .