As a child, there were few in life that could satisfy me like chicken nuggets. I liked playing with Play-Doh, liked to color, but there were few things that really truly made me as happy as having a plate of chicken nuggets in front of me, waiting to be consumed.
Some twenty-ish years later, very little has changed. Those little pillows of fowl-y goodness still have the power to make everything ok.
They can be really crappy, cheap chicken nuggets, or even the "Rolls Royce of Nuggetdom," the Chicken McNugget. It makes no difference to my tastebuds. I'm in heaven either way.
So...that being said, I've gotta dash, the timer on the oven just beeped, and I have some 400 degree delicacies to devour.
Later y'all.
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