Because Brother G was visiting, we had Pioneer Chicken. I finally managed to hold back my desire to tear into it just long enough to take a picture.

That's 20+ pieces of golden fried goodness. And here's what it sounds like when biting into it:
Cuz the boys in the hood are always hard, you come talkin' that trash, well pull ya card. Knowin' nuttin in life but to be legit, don't quote me boy cuz I ain't said shit.
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