Friday, June 30, 2006
I love Chiks, Don't You? (PG-13)
| If you didn't know of my love for all things Krystal, the following short story would be rather disturbing. In fact it may still be disturbing, but at least it's funny! Last week I had a deep down craving that could only be quenched by one thing: Chiks. You see, I love Chiks. I just can’t seem to get enough of them. I think my downfall may be that I am never satisfied with only one Chik. So when I simply couldn’t stand it any more, I got in my truck and decided to go cruising for Chiks. I know exactly where to go to pick some up, too. There are plenty of hot Chiks just down the road. I know this because I have picked up some Chiks there before on many occasions. As a matter of fact, I am considered a 'regular' down the street. As I pull my truck out onto the highway, my mind wanders and I think back on all the Chiks I have had over the years. It is sad, I guess, that at the time I didn’t think I would ever forget them, but now, after all these years and all these other Chiks, I can’t possibly remember them all. In an ironic way, I feel guilty that I don’t feel guilty about forgetting all of the Chiks in my past. When I arrive, I look over the selection of Chiks available. There is such a wide selection, but in all honesty, I am easy to please. At this point, my craving is so strong, that any Chik will do. The decision isn’t so much which particular Chik suits my fancy so much as how many Chiks do I want. I can easily handle three or four Chiks, I just had to see how much money I had and if I could afford that many. Thankfully, these Chiks are kind of cheap, and I sort of like ‘em that way. As I usher the Chiks into my truck I take a deep breath and enjoy the wonderful aroma. I can tell right away that they are steamy hot and ready to go. So am I. As I slam on the gas my tired spin a little. I guess I am a bit too eager to get home and enjoy these Chiks. I ease off the gas some. There’s no since in attracting any attention. I have seen lots of cops in this neighborhood before. I don’t know how I would explain my situation if they pulled me over. As I drive along, I look over at my passengers and smile. It is going to be a wonderful evening. As I said before, I love Chiks. And somehow, deep down, I think Chiks love me too.  |
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