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Kentucky Duck is pretty hard to eat without teeth.
The first bite would Always be all the skin from the entire piece of 🐔, and it's pretty hard to pull the meat off the bones with your gums.

You could use the "Finger Licking Good" cliche in the new joke, referring to licking the dentures clean after his wife hands them over to him ??,..

Perhaps the youngsters at the other table would be eager to pick the dentures clean, because KFC 🍗 Is just So Damn Good !!!😁
 
I just saw some Bob Mortimer humor. It is so very British. I read everything, a new book a week, and just stumbled on this one. It came out in GB as a hardcover last year in is a new release in paperback here in the states. It is told by five or six narrators from their POV's and includes a talking squirrel. The characters are all flawed. It also includes a 3 meter tall avocado.

He did a two celebs talking while fishing series, one episode will sooth your soul for a year
 
He did a two celebs talking while fishing series, one episode will sooth your soul for a year

I've always loved British humor.
Monty Python and all the movies.

I've had friends that couldn't understand Anything that was said in the Monty Python movies.
They couldn't understand the accent.

They couldn't even tell that they were speaking English.
 
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Kentucky Duck is pretty hard to eat without teeth.
The first bite would Always be all the skin from the entire piece of 🐔, and it's pretty hard to pull the meat off the bones with your gums.

You could use the "Finger Licking Good" cliche in the new joke, referring to licking the dentures clean after his wife hands them over to him ??,..

Perhaps the youngsters at the other table would be eager to pick the dentures clean, because KFC 🍗 Is just So Damn Good !!!😁
I got to meet Col.Harland Sanders.

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I got to meet Col.Harland Sanders.

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His story is kinda sad.
He sold controlling interest of his company to venture capital, and then they fired him.
The venture capitalists even owned his name.

He tried to open his own restaurant called "The Colonel", and got sued.

He pretty much invented deep frying in a pressure cooker.
 
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His story is kinda sad.
He sold controlling interest of his company to venture capital, and then they fired him.
The venture capitalists even owed his name.

He tried to open his own restaurant called "The Colonel", and got sued.

He pretty much invented deep frying in a pressure cooker.
I just looked it up, and he died worth $3.5 million, which sounds like chump change now, but was real money in 1980. He was still working for KFC when I met him in about 1975, and didn't seem at all sad to me.

For comparison, John Wayne, who died around the same time, was worth $6.85 million when he died.

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A German describing what various English accents sound like to him.
Such a perfect way to do it

British speech patterns sounded slack to me, as if the speakers had a tinge of discomfort and phlegmatism about them, but that contrasts with the more varied tone of voice esp. of speakers from Southeast England, whereas North Americans — due to the pervasive syllable colouring of [ɹ] in rhotic speech — sounded to me as if trying to dodge some hot potato in their mouth, which reinforces that impression of twanginess.
 
RIP. Masters of Reality was the first LP I bought as a kid. I used to play it over and over again.

I was also an electronic tinkerer, with the help of my Dad. I built an AM radio transmitter on a breadboard. I fed it with a 10 watt tube guitar amplifier, which overloaded the inputs but extended the range. I used a piece of aluminum guy wire strung across the roof of the house, cut to length, as an antenna. I did a show on weekends called "Voice of the Beach" where I played Sabbath, Grand Funk, Led Zepplin, The Who, etc. The signal was so strong that it obliterated a lot of the stations that people were listening to at the beach. About three weeks after I launched my pirate radio station, a van showed up in my neighborhood with a round tracking antenna on the roof. That was the end of my radio station.
 
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I remember our friend married a guy from Seattle, they all came over back in the late 90s and we were sat around a table and the brought up Ozzy and his dopey sounding voice
I chimed in that he was simply from Birmingham and they all talk like that, so I broke into my best Brummie accent, and they all looked at me like I had lost my mind.
Wurd you like a kipper tie?
 
RIP. Masters of Reality was the first LP I bought as a kid. I used to play it over and over again.

I was also an electronic tinkerer, with the help of my Dad. I built an AM radio transmitter on a breadboard. I fed it with a 10 watt tube guitar amplifier, which overloaded the inputs but extended the range. I used a piece of aluminum guy wire strung across the roof of the house, cut to length, as an antenna. I did a show on weekends called "Voice of the Beach" where I played Sabbath, Grand Funk, Led Zepplin, The Who, etc. The signal was so strong that it obliterated a lot of the stations that people were listening to at the beach. About three weeks after I launched my pirate radio station, a van showed up in my neighborhood with a round tracking antenna on the roof. That was the end of my radio station.
Absolutely awesome, I did a short apprentice with the tracker guys.
Those AM transmitters could make household appliances produce music.
 
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