Colonel Sanders

About me:

When I was 40, l began cooking for hungry travelers who stopped at my service station in Corbin, Ky. I didn't have a restaurant then, but served folks on my own dining table in the living quarters of my service station. As more people started coming just for food, I moved across the street to a motel and restaurant that seated 142 people. Over the next nine years, I perfected my secret blend of 11 herbs and spices and the basic cooking technique that is still used today. My fame grew. Governor Ruby Laffoon made me a Kentucky Colonel in 1935 in recognition of my contributions to the state's cuisine. And in 1939, my establishment was first listed in Duncan Hines' "Adventures in Good Eating." Confident of the quality of my fried chicken, I devoted myself to the chicken franchising business that I started in 1952. I traveled across the country by car from restaurant to restaurant, cooking batches of chicken for restaurant owners and their employees. If the reaction was favorable, I entered into a handshake agreement on a deal that stipulated a payment to me of a nickel for each chicken the restaurant sold. By 1964, I had more than 600 franchised outlets for my chicken in the United States and Canada. That year, I sold my interest in the U.S. company for $2 million to a group of investors including John Y. Brown Jr., who later was governor of Kentucky from 1980 to 1984. I remained a public spokesman for the company. In 1976, an independent survey ranked me as the world's second most recognizable celebrity. More than a billion of the my "finger lickin' good" chicken dinners are served annually. And not just in North America. My cooking is available in more than 80 countries and territories around the world. I swear to God that the story about a lady accidentally getting a fried rat in her 2-piece meal is complete and utter bullshit. Also, I am actually 116 years old, but this thing discriminates against anyone born before 1903.
IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE A COMMENT, MAKE SURE YOU SAY SOMETHIN' ABOUT ME OR MY CHICKEN! I DON'T WANT ANY "THANKS FOR THE ADD" OR "THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!" BULLSHIT, OR ANY HUGE IMAGES. DON'T BE A FUCKING MORON, THIS PAGE IS ABOUT ME. YOU REALLY DON'T WANT ME TO GIVE YOU A HOT CHICKEN FAT ENEMA, DO YOU? FINALLY, I AM NOT ADDING OF YOU SORRY EMO OR GOTH FAG BOYS WITH YOUR PASTED-DOWN BLACK HAIR AND TOO-TIGHT DICKIES OR WHITE FACE PAINT! QUIT PRETENDING TO BE SAD ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL OR I'LL GIVE YOU A REAL REASON TO CRY WHEN I SHOVE MY PATENT LEATHER LOAFERS UP YOUR BUNGHOLE!