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Competition Time!


I stumbled across this image on whilst strolling on the Information Superhighway the other day and can’t decide whether it delights or repulses me. The notion of an aged Colonel Sanders personally hand feeding broads with bouffants is an interesting one, and I wish that I had more information regarding the circumstances behind this photograph.

Now, if you happen to recognise the foxy lady nibbling on the good Colonel’s juicy leg, or you know something about this whole state of affairs, I’d very much appreciate your contribution.

Moreover, I’d like launch a welcome all comers caption competition in the absence of an accurate analysis of the events above.

Your prize? Well, what prize could be greater than the enhanced self esteem that comes with trouncing the opposition in a meaningless game?

[I dunno, a holiday, car or something...]

If anyone can think of a prize that doesn't involve me, you know, having to post stuff in the mail or something, I'm open to suggestions. Maybe I could have a competition...

Comments

Unknown said…
I'm buffaloed. All I can think of is the line delivered by Robin Williams as Adrian Kronauer in Good Morning, Vietnam -- something about the uncanny resemblance between Colonel Sanders and Ho Chi Minh.
kylie said…
sending prizes in the mail is kinda fun actually, kris......
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, it's the finding a prize that anyone wants that is the difficult part. Maybe I could relieve myself of unnecessary Christmas gifts?
USelaine said…
She's being spared the finger lickin' component of the exercise, which is kind of sad really. The Colonel used to tout that as a special attraction of the food.

My only caption thought involved the term "man meat", and I just couldn't put it together properly.
magiceye said…
thanks for the chuckle..
sorry cant help in sorting out your dilemma!
best wishes!!
Miles McClagan said…
If only you could find and give away a copy of the Vinyl album "A Very Colonel Christmas"...
kylie said…
leah does handknitted socks

do you knit?
Kris McCracken said…
Sheila, there is a blue movie in that scenario somewhere.
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, I am as good at knitting as I am playing the flute. I will have to find something else to offer as a prize.

I am not sure that I have anything that anybody wants, sans too cute kiddies.
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, man meat plus finger licking = a top night by ANYONE'S definition!
Kris McCracken said…
Magiceye, I understand that KFC does alright there in India, better than McDonald's, anyway!
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, is that the band that used to do the rounds of Hobart doing Britpop-influenced tunes?

The singer looked like an even gay-er version of the bloke from Placebo.

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