Q: What do women and KFC have in common?
A: Once you eat the breasts and thighs, all you have left is a greasy box to put your bone in.
Why did the chicken go to KFC? ... To visit his family.
What's the darkest point in the universe?
The inside of a KFC.
KFC proudly presents the kid fryer meal where our fillets are made out of kids. 😎 1 like = more kids in our fryer.
Why is there no toilet paper at KFC?
Because it's finger lickin' good!
Why did the Chicken cross the road?
It didn’t, it ran because it was running from KFC
the sad thing is when they ride the scooters in wal mart.....really you declining to walk is what got your fat ass in that scooter to begin with.....and damned if they arent buying diet soda.....please....cull this shit...we dont need them in society...kfc is not a disease
A wife and husband had been on a strict diet, and the wife said, "You know, we've been good about our diet. Let's have a cheat night tonight." The wife came home with KFC and Wendy's. The husband came home with Sylvia from the office.
Did you know cannibals ate KFC?
Kentucky Fried Children.
What do KFC and pussy have in common?
Both are finger lickin' good, and after you are done eating, you have a box to put the bone in.
Buy KFC or else.
This is the real reason why the chicken crossed the road.
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: To visit his grandmother at KFC.
You're so fat the only letters of the alphabet you know are K, F, and C.
Your momma's so fat she started "Fat Lives Matter". Meetings are everyday:
11 o'clock McDonald's, 12 o'clock KFC, 1 o'clock Pizza Hut.
Me: Tells a racist joke on the internet and no one bats an eye.
Also me: Tells the same joke at KFC and everybody loses their mind.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because KFC was offering free seeds.
KFC doesn't mean Kentucky Fried Chicken, it means "Kill Fat Children."
Become an anti-furry for free KFC and dead orphans in your basement.
If you want KFC, pour water on a poor person outside our restaurant and film it.
Buy KFC = 1 more orphan in our fryers.
