Ken: The Life of a Singing Fry
My life started in the deep fryer, where I was carefully cooked to perfection. Then I was tossed into the warmer and seasoned with a substance that made me squirm and cry.
It wasn't long until a waitress with careful hands lifted me and carefully piled me into the basket with popcorn shrimp. I was the longest of the fries. My papa was the best of the potatoes on the Old McDonald farm. Oh, how it was the most joyous moment of my life! I was one of the last of the bunch left in the paper basket. My eater lifted me up and began laughing at the song. I began praying to Frenchio Frio that she would forget about me.
But the most traumatic thing happened to me! Holy ketchup, she lifted me up to her lips and used me as I microphone and sang into my golden tip! Oh-em-mustard, that wasn't the last of my troubles! Reading her thoughts, she then thought of me as a thing no fry should ever have to know.... and then, she farted! And that was the end of a fry named Ken's life.
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