A deep dive of the killer-chicken spabbit-hole
Today I stumbled upon a summarised trash-science piece headlined “Eating fried chicken every day could mean you die earlier, according to a new study”.
Oh dear.
A internal conversation was immediately kicked off in my mind, it went something like this:
- Voice 1: Oh shit, I’ve eaten a LOT of fried chicken!
- Voice 2: It was delicious.
- Voice 1: But if you carry on, you’ll die.
- Voice 2: I welcome the prospect of death by fried chicken.
- Voice 2: I want KFC, now.
- Voice 1: Well you can’t – it’s not even 7 in the morning.
- Voice 2: Fuck.
- Voice 1: Meh.
- Voice 2: *silently plots to have a KFC later*
You think that’s bad? I have to put up with that 24/7 – and sometimes, I don’t even know what those inner voices are plotting. Fuckers.
Oh, and don’t even think of Googling “Killer Chicken”, apparently in some-place somewhere it’s a thing!