Own Fast Food; get Bitches.

So I’m going to run with the belief that this is what actually happens, you should too. In my head I am now forming a very shallow plan which will assemble a team of volunteers to finance these costumes and a trip to let’s say…New York? Somewhere where this dream can be realised in full American fashion and will be great success with no incident possible at all.

 I’m going to go ahead and call Colonel Sanders as my costume here and now, it’s mine.