Thread 127476449

chief keef

>>127476449 (OP)
COA

>>127476484
hello, hello

stop this, its not funny

>>127476455
>>127476457
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>>127476484
>>127476575
>>127477242

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

https://youtu.be/nljs4kzpebU?si=fQvDHpG6UQ7MiHGv

>>127476449 (OP)
COA
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>>127476449 (OP)
Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Bonovox the Fried?

WILL YOU DO ME A FAVOR AND COVER MY ASS (SECRET CODE I WILL PAY YOU BACK) CAN'T HELP BUT SHOW IT

my life is brilliant, my love is pure. i saw angel, of that im COA

The Wedge

Unfunny forced meme. At least Chicken Morrison was funny and natural
>inb4 cheese whoppers and chocolate milkshakes

>>127477781
>>inb4 cheese whoppers and chocolate milkshakes
you cant handle the truth
>"At one point during a lunch break he asked what I was doing, and I told him this medical research thing. He asked if there was a Burger King around there and I said ‘Yeah I’m going back to the hospital, I can give you a ride’. Instead of dropping him off I joined him for lunch.He had two Cheese Whoppers and a malt shake.”

>>127477958
>eat more whoppers any man ever seen

>>127477608
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

>>127477781
He also could have picked Train

>Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken

>>127479199
Long ago, in the crispy skies above Mount Gravy, Bono, the sunglasses-clad God of KFC, ruled with a greasy fist over the Golden Bucket of Eternal Chicken. This bucket was no mere vessel—it was said to contain the original 11 herbs and secrets of the universe, passed down by the Colonel himself in a flaming drumstick dream.

But trouble brewed in the indie heavens.

Radiohead, the glitchy titans of emotional dissonance, had grown hungry. Led by the cryptic warlock Thom Yorke, they cast lo-fi spells to steal tenders from Bono’s sacred supply, whispering lyrics like curses: "Everything in its right place… even your chicken."

>>127479206
Coldplay wasn't far behind. Chris Martin, wielding his piano like a battering ram, led a band of pastel crusaders to batter the Bucket—literally—with the beat of "Viva La Fried-a." They believed fried chicken was too mainstream for the gods and deserved to be reimagined as kale.

Furious, Bono descended from his Zinger chariot and called forth the mighty Waffle Wars of the Side Dishes, summoning coleslaw cyclones and biscuit meteors. The arena? The Flaming Drive-Thru of Olympus, guarded by statues of The Colonel weeping gravy tears.

But just as Bono struck Coldplay down with the power of a Double Down, a voice echoed through the steam.

Jim Morrison emerged from the mist of deep fryer oil, wearing a flame-broiled crown.

>>127479214
"You never saw the signs," he said, licking a suspiciously char-grilled Whopper. "I’ve always been with Burger King."

Bono's sunglasses cracked.

"But Jim," he gasped, "you sang about breaking on through..."

"Yeah," Jim smirked. "Breaking through to the flame-broiled side."

Suddenly, a black van labeled J.S.C. screeched across the clouds—Jewish Section of the CIA. Out stepped agents with gefilte grenades and espionage onions. Jim handed them a thumb drive shaped like a pickle.

"The Bucket is compromised," he whispered

>>127479221
Betrayed, battered, but still crispy at heart, Bono fled to a hidden bunker beneath a shuttered Long John Silver’s, vowing to return one day… with Popcorn Chicken vengeance.

The End…?

Or is it just the beginning of the Fast Food Pantheon War?