Dear KFC, Really?!

So, since the KFC and Taco Bell are one in the same in my area, and I had a craving for a chalupa and a diet soda the size of my arm yesterday, I had the distinct "pleasure" of discovering this little nugget of mind-blowing brain fuckery...

Ready for it?

Yes. Eat Breasts to save Breasts. Wow... Just wow...

When I'm about to order my carcenogen / hormone loaded chicken feast-o-shame I don't really need the image of tumors and chemo dancing in my brain. I just don't.

Also, pink chicken may have salmonilla. Cooking 101.

What a day.

So today, I got to teach a client how to resize her desktop. it went like this...

Me: ...and Voila, the icons are smaller now.
Her: Well now I can't read them.
Me: Well you only have 3 screen settings. This one, the large one you just had, and an even larger setting.
Her: What about the last time you were here?
Me: You mean when we wound up back at the middle setting?
Her: Yeah.
Me: That's the setting you didn't like.
Her: Well this is too small.
Me: But you think the other one is too lar.... You know what. I'm just going to put it back to where it was.
Her: That's PERFECT!
Me: *death gurgle*

So yeah...

Then I went to make a strawberry cheesecake for my coworker's birthday tomorrow. And this happened:

Yup. he ate the strawberries. awesome. Plain cheesecake it is, I guess.