Kfc
How large are your breasts?
How large are your breasts?
We used to prank call the Kentucky Fried Chicken and ask, "How large are your breasts?"
I was chilling in my house with my friend Aaron Cooper,
Both of us enormously bored at home.
So, of course, we were horsing around on my family's old-school Panasonic cordless phone.
We were 13 and 12 -- just the right ages to call every KFC in the white pages,
And have ourselves a giggle fest while we asked, "How large are your big ol' breasts?"
Now, it was Coop's turn to place the next prank-call,
Boy, did he mess it up -- the prank tanked, y'all!
'Cause when he pressed "talk" and at that exact second,
My mom called home from work to chick-a-check in!
The timing was the damnedest thing,
'Cause the phone didn't even have the chance to ring!
So, as far as Coop knew, he was placing a call.
He didn't realize he was answering!
Now, when Coop put his ear to the phone,
Did he hear a dial tone?
No!
You guessed correctly. I mean, there was somebody on the other end,
But he hadn't dialed any numbers yet.
So, unless we kept a hotline that connected directly,
How could he be talking to the KFC?
Mighty perplexed he was, and so flustered,
It made him screw up the joke.
Here's how it went; verbatim.
Coop;
"Hello?"
My mom;
"Hello?"
Coop;
"Uh, do you have young breasts?"
My mom;
"Aaron? Is that you?"
Coop;
"Please don't tell my parents!"
Click!
How large are your breasts?
We used to prank call the Kentucky Fried Chicken and ask, "How large are your breasts?"
I was chilling in my house with my friend Aaron Cooper,
Both of us enormously bored at home.
So, of course, we were horsing around on my family's old-school Panasonic cordless phone.
We were 13 and 12 -- just the right ages to call every KFC in the white pages,
And have ourselves a giggle fest while we asked, "How large are your big ol' breasts?"
Now, it was Coop's turn to place the next prank-call,
Boy, did he mess it up -- the prank tanked, y'all!
'Cause when he pressed "talk" and at that exact second,
My mom called home from work to chick-a-check in!
The timing was the damnedest thing,
'Cause the phone didn't even have the chance to ring!
So, as far as Coop knew, he was placing a call.
He didn't realize he was answering!
Now, when Coop put his ear to the phone,
Did he hear a dial tone?
No!
You guessed correctly. I mean, there was somebody on the other end,
But he hadn't dialed any numbers yet.
So, unless we kept a hotline that connected directly,
How could he be talking to the KFC?
Mighty perplexed he was, and so flustered,
It made him screw up the joke.
Here's how it went; verbatim.
Coop;
"Hello?"
My mom;
"Hello?"
Coop;
"Uh, do you have young breasts?"
My mom;
"Aaron? Is that you?"
Coop;
"Please don't tell my parents!"
Click!
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