Heart attack on a plate

I just saw a commercial for some “Southern Fried Chicken Biscuit Something-Or-Other” for McDonald’s. Chicken I don’t mind—in fact, it’s the chicken meals I hate the least at McDonald’s—but this thing is intended to be eaten for breakfast.
Who wants chicken for breakfast? And fried chicken at that? Besides, possibly, a wolf?
No doubt [...]

Riding on the poop deck

When I fly by myself to Las Vegas this July to hook up with my grandparents, I’m going to have to remember not to fly with this company.
Or maybe I should. I could definitely use the money earned in the lawsuit.