Board Thread:Questions and Answers/@comment-29797037-20160831113512/@comment-28110025-20160831192541

  You sit at the resraunt with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far too young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don't understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for chicken nugger.