![]() The KFC Double Down could bring me back to religion, because it's a good sign that there's a god of some sort and he really doesn't like us. That happened long before the cooks in KFC's test kitchen either gave up on life and hope or let a joke memo go way too far down the approval line. The KFC Double Down sandwich, a gastric curse consisting of two boneless slices of fried chicken serving an unholy union instead of bread, didn't push me away from my religion. ![]() I wanted to have faith but in the end, it just didn't happen. I got the ashes on my forehead every Wednesday after Mardi Gras. I got baptized when I was born, went to church, served as an altar boy, and my confirmation was whenever I was at the age that people of my former faith get confirmed.
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