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Hi, my name is Tyra and I am addicted to fried chicken. I have tried for years to kick the chick, but it just keeps clucking at me, begging me to bite it's wing and chew on a thigh or two. I tried to quit cold turkey, but cold chicken makes a better sandwich. I went to counseling and when the therapist asked me why I felt I had a problem, I told him because my husband is an enabler, and that KFC's right across the street in front of our gym so I have to see that damn bucket everyday!
Most people dream of being famous or rich, but the only thing that floats through my mind is rolling around in a bed of buttermilk biscuits. One day will beat you, you original recipe demon. One day I will be able to say no, no matter how many hot wings I can get for 50 cents on Thursdays. So don't try to tempt me Colonel with your mashed potatoes and gravy. I will not fall for it today. Damn, they got coupons in the junk mail today. Okay, maybe I will not be tempted tomorrow.
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