I found this quite amusing, it was on the news recently and I managed to find the actual persons blog entry about it, I think it's the same one anyway:
As I reached in to pick up another piece of chicken (yes...my SECOND! Shame..) I notice something VERY strange about the breast I have just retrieved. I frowned at it, as there was this long thing attached to my chicken piece. Before I had figured it out, Aaron was reaching toward me "Give me THAT piece.. it looks good!"
It wasn't. I realised what I was looking at...
The entire top part of a small chicken... the top of the breast, the neck...the head...the beak...the deep fried little eyes looking at me...
I gasped when I realised... "IT'S A FUCKING HEAD AARON!" I threw it back into the bucket and started crying and immediately called my mother. "MUM I CRACKED AND ATE KFC AND THERE WAS A HEAD IN IT!"
I waited for my mother to stop laughing, only to hear "Oh Erin, what a GREAT blog entry tonight's is going to be!"
Well mum, I'm hoping you're feeling entertained right now.
I got off the phone to mum and tried desperately to contact the store. I think the manager must have felt my intensely burning RAGE through the phone, and there was NO ANSWER. I shot off a scathing email to the head office asking if their quality control didn't extend to the removal of fowl heads. So many people must have handled this gift from SATAN, whoever de boned the chicken, whoever packed it, whoever COATED the fucking thing in the Colonels 11 herbs and fucking spices... whoever cooked the godawful thing! Yet no one noticed this abomination until it reached ME!!
I will never be the same... ever. I have just been violently ill so at least I won't be digesting the piece that was snuggled in next to the "HEAD"
