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Originally Posted by firstdown

Our teacher asked what my favorite animal was, and I said, “Fried chicken.”
She said I wasn’t funny, but she couldn’t have been right, because everyone else laughed.
My parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favorite animal.
I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA.
He said they love animals very much.
I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal’s office.
I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.
The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.
I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.
She sent me back to the principal’s office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.
I don’t understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn’t like it when I am.
Today, my teacher asked us which famous person we admire the most. I told her, “Colonel Sanders.”
Guess where I am now…

Years ago i was in Atlanta at a Waffle house with some friends. Next to the waffle house was a KFC. I was sort of traveling around at the time (all over the country) and had learned that if you go into KFC and have no money they must give you food. It worked like a charm. I lived on KFC for months. Something about Colonel Sanders feeding people was written into the Colonels will. So back to the waffle house at 1 am. The kfc was closed and we were going into the waffle house when a large stretch limo pulls up with plates that read KFC-1. Out of the driver seat hops the Colonel. He opens the passenger door and helps his sweet old wife out. Me and my friends are just amazed. My friend Mike walks up to him and says, "excuse me sir, are you Colonel Sanders ?" He looks at my friend and says "the Colonel has been dead for almost 20 years, but yes im the Colonel." When we got inside the waffle house me and two friends walked over and asked for an autograph. Downstairs somewhere in a box in my basement is a framed autograph on a waffle house napkin - to Scott - best wishes, The Colonel.