In honor of St. Patricks's day, Mrs. Murphy called in an order for a party platter of corned beef. The restaurant said that it would take about 15 minutes for delivery. After she ended the call, she hooked it up to the aux and blasted her Irish music. The speakers jumped and the crowd partied. Her dance skills were more honorable than Drake's moves in his hotline bling MV. She took a break from the event as she noticed the delivery guy unloading his car from across the street. She stood at the opposite end of the road as the delivery guy approached. In the distance, a loud noise came racing closer. Before she knew it, the delivery guy was struck by the speeding cargo truck. Mrs.Murphy was then heartbroken when she realized the corn beef was splattered all over the road. She stood still complaining about how the whole platter went to waste.
It was black Friday and KFC had a limited bucket deal. Mr. Smee was KFC's lucky customer who got the very last bucket. The rest of the customers left were not planning to leave without a deal so they chased after him in hopes that they at least get a single piece of chicken. The hard working family men shouted and charged after him. Mr. Smee managed to untangle himself through the tight crowd to the front of the herd of men. The whole scene was a complete ruckus. The William brothers managed to catch up and throw a few swings to weaken his grip off the bucket, but Mr. Smee released one arm from the bucket to blocked one of throws and extended his other arm and shot an elbow strike to the other brother. The grease from the chicken began to drip through his grey shirt as he adjusted the bucket closer to his chest. He grasped the bucket with an even tighter grip as he regained motivation from the scent of the extra crispy fried chicken. All he though about was making into his car and finally taking a rewarding bite out of the remaining pieces of chicken.
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