I’m not about to argue the finer points of Southern culture with anyone, because I can accept that I was born and raised in the hot flames of a dumpster fire, but I’ll tell you gotdamned commie Yankees one thing: I’d rather be dead in the hallowed halls of a Cook Out than alive in an In-N-Out
The south creates such horrifying concoctions, such as… *checks notes* haamburgers, and… chicken.
