should have held out for chicken selects

Be­cause White Cas­tle is just so damn pret­ty.

It al­most looks like 8‑bit food.

And no one eats WC on a date, at least not one they are go­ing home with,

“Baby, I’m gonna need to be alone for about a half hour around 1:30.”
 

When I was in 3rd grade
they had a day when lo­cal busi­ness­men came in to talk about be­ing grown ups.

One of them was a Ken­tucky Fried Chick­en fran­chise own­er who was pret­ty much only there to tell us that KFC was en­ter­ing the nugget game.

We were each giv­en *a* nugget and it is the only time in my en­tire life that I felt like the junkie in the Af­ter­school Spe­cial whose deal­er gives him the “first one for free.”

And I have done many ac­tu­al drugs.
 
 

—ja­son malm­berg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2017 Ja­son Malm­berg.

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