I can’t begin to describe the feeling. Fried. The moment when all the work you’ve done over the past days doesn’t feel worth it. It can’t be worth the horrible feeling and the stress of knowing your brain is turning against you in a swift moment. You feel like the food you eat. Fries or chicken.
Scott
fried. fried foods, fried brain.
sometimes I wonder if people understand what fried foods can do.
then I wonder if people understand that the stresses of our lives has fried our brains
Elisa Castillo
chicken is fried in a frier. no one really knows much about friers. theyre kind of ike the galaxy. its well known, people study it, yet its still mysterious and not man people care to talk about it. too confusing. but, in my opinion, friers are way more fun than the galaxy
maria
friend
chicken
fires
humberg
new york
hawaii
shannen
friends
yellow
blue
black
pink
grey
vanessa
luisa
krisp
dry
wet
rain
sfdgaisin’
princess
Shannen
He is the fiend, isn’t he. I am the hero. at least that is how is ee it. however, i know that i am no hero and he is no fiend. so different, so u=immature, but that is who i am. is it a problem though, i dunno.
She stared at the fried greasy pile of potatoes in front of her. They sat down before Caressa did. “Do you want some?” She asked, shoving some into her face. “No. I’ll just drink my water.” Sariah said dryly. “Are you too good for fries now?” Sariah heard Caressa ask, but her mind was somewhere else. Usually she would dig right into the fried pile of goodness, but today, her mind was on what she witnessed in the autopsy room.
Fried, fried egg, fried skin. Skin cancer. Too much time in the sun. Burnt egg, too much time in the pan. Fried egg on a bald egg. Fried fries – haha! Fried shrimps are awesome, so are fried mushrooms. Not too sure about fried cheese. Grilled halloumi rocks. FRY ME.
Shemesh
the chicken was sweet and solf like the cloud and pink liek the blood ringing in my ears. the day you came into my life the friend chicken was the things that was on my mind. i swear i heard you sigh but i couldn’t do anything to solve the situation i’m sorry for the way this sounds.
liza
His struggles were futile as they strapped him to the electric chair.
He stopped struggling for a moment and flashed a mad, toothy, grin at the paparazzi. “Yo, Fellers, what d’ ya think ’bout this headline? ‘FRENCH FRIES'”.
He died laughing.
Real story = google it.
Danielle
Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied eggs, yassuh! Yassuh, fried eggs. Get’um while’um hot, yassuh. Yassuh, fried eggs. Eggs, li’l bit’um peppuh, strong bit a’ salt, seen here, fried’um up, yassuh. Good fried eggs right there, bimeby.
spring rolls, “ngohiong”, wanton balls. yum! i love almost everything fried. the heck with saturated fats and all. the crispiness and unique texture of fried foods really make my mouth water!
The day was brutal, soaking with perspiration and a yellow-yolk sun so blazing hot it could melt your eyeballs. The marching team was being fried in their thick, card-board like suits. Two hours each day, they fought to make each set of their show perfect, each foot movement, each squeak of their instrument, each turn of their head; it all had to look stunning yet effortless at the same time. Ah, the glory of their sweat-laced collars were nothing compared to the competition they had months ago, when it rained only for them the entire day; how they wished for rain now.
this morning i went to a fried chicken restauraunt and had the best fried chicken ever! it was crunchy and chewy at the same time and had a sort of strawberry after tate!
olivia
I took my hat off and ran my hand through my now greasy hair. I was dog tired and glad to be out of that place. I couldn’t wait to get some sleep. But first a shower. I needed to get rid of that smell of fried food.
stephanie
I had spent all day walking in the rain. Bussing back and forth. I was fried. Not just tired, but when I had gotten home, there was a joint waiting on the desk for me. I hated the rain, and this was the cure.
Deep fried butter. They sell that at my County Fair. I feel like they should rename it to Diabetes on a Stick because it looks disgusting. People seem to think anything can be deep fried.
Katie
she hated the smell of fried food. it dredged up old memories of her father and Mcdonalds on a sunday night, scarfing down day-old fries because, hey, it’s what they could afford and it was still food, right? So now, standing at the cheap fast food place with her prom date made her gag.
Lindsey
Fried in the sun. Fried in a vat. Fried anything is typically bad for you. I like the taste of fried foods, but I think everyone does, or they’re lying. It’s just so bad for you that you feel like you shouldn’t. It’s unfortunate really.
She took the eggs out of the fridge. She felt the cold weight of the brown object and without thought she slammed it against the edge of the smooth ceramic bowl. The egg cracked perfectly and swiftly pulled apart to expose a perfect orange circle encased in thick bodily matter.
Ooh hoo, look at dat strag hoe over dere! Thinkin she all dat!…… Ooh did you see that punch dat gurl gave her? Her ass got fried! Strag hoe bitch!
Animashaun Mobley
The beef was the pan was charcoal black and unmistakably dead.
A giggle emerged from behind the door of the kitchen and he chose to ignore it as he studiously poked at the slab of coal with the spatula.
More muffled laughter was heard and he felt his eyebrow twitching in annoyance.
He lasted two seconds before he hissed at the slight opening of the door gap, “Fine. Come and help me with the cooking already!”
fried corn fritters was Rand’s favorite thing to make. I must have been close to 20 pounds heavier when I was with him. The food tasted good, but I was less healthy and that isn’t worth anything. I love being independent and making food decisions for myself. :/
Ena
deep fried chicken is really bad for you, friend hair from constant heat appliances on it on it like curling irons and flat irons, deep friers in mcdonalds and burger king where my parents work and which can harm your skin.
Eliza
sizzle and burn that’s the way he like it. Fried up to perfection with nothing other than oil. it always smelt horrible in our house in the morning, but how could I deny him his one joy. Sometimes I have that very same breakfast just to remember him.
Mike
One time, I had fried chicken. It was the best fried chicken I ever had in my life. It was crispy and delicious. Thank you KFC.
Grizelda
it was a long time in the making but we finally did it. Yep so we did. The fried oreo, mmmm this is good. wow who knew that after all this we would get something so, so, yummy. Yea its pretty crazy. Yea it is, isn’t it? Wow.
Courtney
Chicken and gravy that sounds so good right now. Why? I dont know; possibly, because I am stoned out of my brain. Fried zucchini sounds very delicious as well I think Ill go dine and dash somewhere fancy. Peaceeeeee out!
Sarah
fry. fried food food fry food fry food to fry and PEOPLE TO FRY MUAHAHAHAH HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA FRY THE PEOPLE ALL THE PEOPLE FRY THEM AND SERVE THEIR ORGANS TO THE MACHINES IT’S ALL A CONSPIRACY AHAHAHAHA FRY FRY EVERYTHING POTATOES ARE TO BE FRIED POTATOES YES POTATO
sarah
the reason jack hated summer was the heat. he liked the lack of school (high school had always been a struggle for him so far, and he had no interest in going into senior year). he had blue eyes and fair skin and blonde hair, and the sun always burned down on him relentelessly and absolutely fried everything that was touched by rays of light.
sarah
There’s nothing I like better than some good-old artery-incapacitating fried food. Fried chicken. Fried fries. Fried butter.
OH, America.
Maggie
Her brain was fried. There was nothing more they could do to save her, not after all that radiation and all the chemotherapy she had to go through. The tumor hadn’t gone away, and the surgery hadn’t fixed it. It was clear, she was going to end up a turnip. A vegetable. She would be brain dead, and they would have to watch as they willingly pulled her off the only thing sustaining her life.
Maya Celeste
Fried is how i felt when i was sunburned. Fried can be anywhere from being burnt to being tired to food. Potatos can be fried to make delicious burger sides.
Alana
I could practically feel my eyes shriveling in my head. The sun was out, its white-hot light clawing out in every direction across the sky. I had long since clamped my eyelids down to shield my eyes, but that turned out to be hardly effective. The thin layer of skin allowed the hot light to filter in, red and painful. If I had any moisture left in me, I would have tried to summon tears as my eyes slowly began to fry.
The black woman ate that fried chicken like there was no tomorrow. Ohhhh, Lordy, did she eat that chicken. She made me happy. That was the best big black lady eating that Kentucky Fried Chicken I ever did see. Man, she made me horny. Yes.
#Winning
Fried. Like a chicken on the bbq. The heat is excruciatingly hot and i can feel the flames licking at my skin. I can’t die like this, help me.
Katie
First my mind drifted towards chicken, Kentucky style.. then to my brain, which is positively fried after the long day I’ve endured.. I can just imagine, deep friend grey matter, soft&mushy on the inside, brown&crispy on the outside in a casing of 9 or more secret spices.
I can’t begin to describe the feeling. Fried. The moment when all the work you’ve done over the past days doesn’t feel worth it. It can’t be worth the horrible feeling and the stress of knowing your brain is turning against you in a swift moment. You feel like the food you eat. Fries or chicken.
fried. fried foods, fried brain.
sometimes I wonder if people understand what fried foods can do.
then I wonder if people understand that the stresses of our lives has fried our brains
chicken is fried in a frier. no one really knows much about friers. theyre kind of ike the galaxy. its well known, people study it, yet its still mysterious and not man people care to talk about it. too confusing. but, in my opinion, friers are way more fun than the galaxy
friend
chicken
fires
humberg
new york
hawaii
shannen
friends
yellow
blue
black
pink
grey
vanessa
luisa
krisp
dry
wet
rain
sfdgaisin’
princess
He is the fiend, isn’t he. I am the hero. at least that is how is ee it. however, i know that i am no hero and he is no fiend. so different, so u=immature, but that is who i am. is it a problem though, i dunno.
She stared at the fried greasy pile of potatoes in front of her. They sat down before Caressa did. “Do you want some?” She asked, shoving some into her face. “No. I’ll just drink my water.” Sariah said dryly. “Are you too good for fries now?” Sariah heard Caressa ask, but her mind was somewhere else. Usually she would dig right into the fried pile of goodness, but today, her mind was on what she witnessed in the autopsy room.
Fried, fried egg, fried skin. Skin cancer. Too much time in the sun. Burnt egg, too much time in the pan. Fried egg on a bald egg. Fried fries – haha! Fried shrimps are awesome, so are fried mushrooms. Not too sure about fried cheese. Grilled halloumi rocks. FRY ME.
the chicken was sweet and solf like the cloud and pink liek the blood ringing in my ears. the day you came into my life the friend chicken was the things that was on my mind. i swear i heard you sigh but i couldn’t do anything to solve the situation i’m sorry for the way this sounds.
His struggles were futile as they strapped him to the electric chair.
He stopped struggling for a moment and flashed a mad, toothy, grin at the paparazzi. “Yo, Fellers, what d’ ya think ’bout this headline? ‘FRENCH FRIES'”.
He died laughing.
Real story = google it.
Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied eggs, yassuh! Yassuh, fried eggs. Get’um while’um hot, yassuh. Yassuh, fried eggs. Eggs, li’l bit’um peppuh, strong bit a’ salt, seen here, fried’um up, yassuh. Good fried eggs right there, bimeby.
spring rolls, “ngohiong”, wanton balls. yum! i love almost everything fried. the heck with saturated fats and all. the crispiness and unique texture of fried foods really make my mouth water!
The day was brutal, soaking with perspiration and a yellow-yolk sun so blazing hot it could melt your eyeballs. The marching team was being fried in their thick, card-board like suits. Two hours each day, they fought to make each set of their show perfect, each foot movement, each squeak of their instrument, each turn of their head; it all had to look stunning yet effortless at the same time. Ah, the glory of their sweat-laced collars were nothing compared to the competition they had months ago, when it rained only for them the entire day; how they wished for rain now.
this morning i went to a fried chicken restauraunt and had the best fried chicken ever! it was crunchy and chewy at the same time and had a sort of strawberry after tate!
I took my hat off and ran my hand through my now greasy hair. I was dog tired and glad to be out of that place. I couldn’t wait to get some sleep. But first a shower. I needed to get rid of that smell of fried food.
I had spent all day walking in the rain. Bussing back and forth. I was fried. Not just tired, but when I had gotten home, there was a joint waiting on the desk for me. I hated the rain, and this was the cure.
Deep fried butter. They sell that at my County Fair. I feel like they should rename it to Diabetes on a Stick because it looks disgusting. People seem to think anything can be deep fried.
she hated the smell of fried food. it dredged up old memories of her father and Mcdonalds on a sunday night, scarfing down day-old fries because, hey, it’s what they could afford and it was still food, right? So now, standing at the cheap fast food place with her prom date made her gag.
Fried in the sun. Fried in a vat. Fried anything is typically bad for you. I like the taste of fried foods, but I think everyone does, or they’re lying. It’s just so bad for you that you feel like you shouldn’t. It’s unfortunate really.
e
She took the eggs out of the fridge. She felt the cold weight of the brown object and without thought she slammed it against the edge of the smooth ceramic bowl. The egg cracked perfectly and swiftly pulled apart to expose a perfect orange circle encased in thick bodily matter.
Ooh hoo, look at dat strag hoe over dere! Thinkin she all dat!…… Ooh did you see that punch dat gurl gave her? Her ass got fried! Strag hoe bitch!
The beef was the pan was charcoal black and unmistakably dead.
A giggle emerged from behind the door of the kitchen and he chose to ignore it as he studiously poked at the slab of coal with the spatula.
More muffled laughter was heard and he felt his eyebrow twitching in annoyance.
He lasted two seconds before he hissed at the slight opening of the door gap, “Fine. Come and help me with the cooking already!”
fried corn fritters was Rand’s favorite thing to make. I must have been close to 20 pounds heavier when I was with him. The food tasted good, but I was less healthy and that isn’t worth anything. I love being independent and making food decisions for myself. :/
deep fried chicken is really bad for you, friend hair from constant heat appliances on it on it like curling irons and flat irons, deep friers in mcdonalds and burger king where my parents work and which can harm your skin.
sizzle and burn that’s the way he like it. Fried up to perfection with nothing other than oil. it always smelt horrible in our house in the morning, but how could I deny him his one joy. Sometimes I have that very same breakfast just to remember him.
One time, I had fried chicken. It was the best fried chicken I ever had in my life. It was crispy and delicious. Thank you KFC.
it was a long time in the making but we finally did it. Yep so we did. The fried oreo, mmmm this is good. wow who knew that after all this we would get something so, so, yummy. Yea its pretty crazy. Yea it is, isn’t it? Wow.
Chicken and gravy that sounds so good right now. Why? I dont know; possibly, because I am stoned out of my brain. Fried zucchini sounds very delicious as well I think Ill go dine and dash somewhere fancy. Peaceeeeee out!
fry. fried food food fry food fry food to fry and PEOPLE TO FRY MUAHAHAHAH HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA FRY THE PEOPLE ALL THE PEOPLE FRY THEM AND SERVE THEIR ORGANS TO THE MACHINES IT’S ALL A CONSPIRACY AHAHAHAHA FRY FRY EVERYTHING POTATOES ARE TO BE FRIED POTATOES YES POTATO
the reason jack hated summer was the heat. he liked the lack of school (high school had always been a struggle for him so far, and he had no interest in going into senior year). he had blue eyes and fair skin and blonde hair, and the sun always burned down on him relentelessly and absolutely fried everything that was touched by rays of light.
There’s nothing I like better than some good-old artery-incapacitating fried food. Fried chicken. Fried fries. Fried butter.
OH, America.
Her brain was fried. There was nothing more they could do to save her, not after all that radiation and all the chemotherapy she had to go through. The tumor hadn’t gone away, and the surgery hadn’t fixed it. It was clear, she was going to end up a turnip. A vegetable. She would be brain dead, and they would have to watch as they willingly pulled her off the only thing sustaining her life.
Fried is how i felt when i was sunburned. Fried can be anywhere from being burnt to being tired to food. Potatos can be fried to make delicious burger sides.
I could practically feel my eyes shriveling in my head. The sun was out, its white-hot light clawing out in every direction across the sky. I had long since clamped my eyelids down to shield my eyes, but that turned out to be hardly effective. The thin layer of skin allowed the hot light to filter in, red and painful. If I had any moisture left in me, I would have tried to summon tears as my eyes slowly began to fry.
The black woman ate that fried chicken like there was no tomorrow. Ohhhh, Lordy, did she eat that chicken. She made me happy. That was the best big black lady eating that Kentucky Fried Chicken I ever did see. Man, she made me horny. Yes.
Fried. Like a chicken on the bbq. The heat is excruciatingly hot and i can feel the flames licking at my skin. I can’t die like this, help me.
First my mind drifted towards chicken, Kentucky style.. then to my brain, which is positively fried after the long day I’ve endured.. I can just imagine, deep friend grey matter, soft&mushy on the inside, brown&crispy on the outside in a casing of 9 or more secret spices.
chicken.
Chicken, people, greenbeans carrots my brain everyone ants everything in the south is fried it sucks i hate
potatoes, chiken, tanning, holidays, sparetime, chilling with friends