Fatty Acids
It obviously seems a touch trivial to share random things one may or may not have seen in and around Dublin, but still it's worth asking the question... if a shop specialises in Tennessee-fried Chicken, wouldn't you expect it to be able to spell "Tennessee" properly?
This shop's in Crumlin, by the way. I don't know where, because no-one knows where anything is in Crumlin. Not even people who live there. They just wander around until they find whatever they were looking for... or if they're really lucky they suddenly find themselves in Harold's Cross, which means they're able to finally go home and get the wife to remove them from the list of Missing Persons.
Still, if we're going to talk about fried food, it's important to talk about the health risks. Some people claim the main problem is blocked arteries, but in fact it's chronic memory loss. As demonstrated by this poster in the Ilac Centre.
'Cos let's face it, you've got to be pretty absent-minded to lose 31 pounds of butter. And to be fair, if you're going around buying 31 pounds of butter in the first place, then it's no wonder you're fat.
I also quite like the way we're told to "imagine" 31 pounds of butter, but they give us a picture of it in case we're not up to the task. Imagine 31 pounds of butter with a face, on the other hand, and you just keep visualising a scaled model of Mary Harney.
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They just show 30 pounds of butter - I think their illustrator's been getting high on the company supply and he's lost one pound already. Forgot all about it. Then when the tennessee chicgen gig came his way the last E went the way of poor ashika's tasty spread.
Mikeen, need your e-mail address. Ger Tim.
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