Apr 24 2008
Must Be the Demon of Rotisserie Chicken in that Boy
Brant Hansen at Letters From Kamp Krusty has an odd piece about a spiritual experience at a chicken joint:
My friend went to “C.R. Chicks” to eat some chicken. It’s a little place where they have rotisserie chicken, and it’s pretty good, I think. That’s my opinion.
He ran into a person he used to go to church with. She asked, “Hey — haven’t seen you for awhile. What’re you up to?” He’d actually stopped going there a year and a half ago. He told her he found some friends who really loved him, and he’s really growing and stuff, and no, he doesn’t go to that church anymore, but it’s all cool.
She loudly began praying for the “spirit of rebellion” to come out of him. My friend says he didn’t really feel anything happen after that, but he finished his chicken there at C.R. Chicks.
C.R. Chicks also has meat loaf sandwiches which are pretty good.
I’m thinking that chicken joints should be exorcism-free zones. At least when they have good meatloaf sandwiches.
