Not really. But fun nonetheless.
Golfin Granpa, that legendary in-his-own-mind dissembler of all plots liberal against the common welfare today posted that Don Perry, the Chick-Fil-A spokesperson who recently died of a heart attack, was a victim of commie poisoning.
Or something like that.
“It had to be the commies,” he posted. Not really. “Theys (sic) got the best poisons. Remember that spy guy in London, he was poisoned by the KGB cause (sic) he was ratting them out to the good conservatives in England.” Not really.
“An you remeber (sic) they woulda poisoned Hitler, but he had dog-testers.”
Even the masterblogger hisself weighed in on the “controversy.” Mr. Fred Dooley had some heavy praise for the local Racine Chick-Fil-A:
“Racine boasts Wisconsin’s only Chick-Fil-A. That joint is one of Mrs. RDW’s & my favorite places to go out to eat. Their food is always hot and tasty and this fast food restaurant provides better service than any casual dining restaurant we visit. I recall last December we were there and the joint was packed. The dining room attendant checked the rest rooms six times while we had our dinner. They refill your drinks and make you feel as if you are wanted.”
The food couldn’t have been that good for Fred to visit the lavatory six times, or it was a mountain of food to stay so long. Come to think of it, poor dining room attendant. I wouldn’t want to follow that act.