![[QLD] KFC Nine Original Recipe Pieces for $9.95 - Tuesday's Only](https://files.ozbargain.com.au/n/24/142924.jpg?h=e40bdabe)
I know this deal has been around for a while but this is just a friendly reminder that it’s still going strong here in QLD, don’t know about other states. For too long I’ve witnessed people ordering something else in KFC on Tuesday other than 9 pieces and it’s just a travesty and mutiny. What is this sorcery, seriously? This has got to stop. Words cannot describe my pain and suffering every time this happens. This is 9 pieces of succulent colonels recipe chicken for $9.95. NINE PIECES! Not one, not twice, not thrice or 6, its NINE! To put it into perspective, it’s like half price if I do the maths. Just think about it for one second. Think about one piece of that delicious, mouth watering crispy chicken and wait a second… now think about NINE OF THOSE PIECES!!!
To let you people know how good of a bargain this is, I’m willing to share my experience about how this KFC 9 pieces deal changed my life. This is not only for my own sense of pride and satisfaction but also in the hope that other chicken lovers know, there is still faith in humanity. Also just letting you know, I am not associated with any work relating to chicken. My ozbargain name “cheapchickentuesday” is just a tangible name that I can hold onto, so I can express to others my loyalty and love of eating cheap chicken on Tuesday (Tuesday is also chicken day to me and I have to eat it). This is my story. One mans story of how chicken and I became one…
I awake on Tuesday morning, my mouth salivates at the thought of those chicken pieces (especially the skin ^_^). Just picturing those pieces of chicken give me the warm fuzzys. I’ve never felt so safe and warm as I do when I think about KFC chicken, it’s like if I was in danger then it wouldn’t matter because the colonel would protect me with his secret recipe. Those flavours mixing never separate, swirling in a clockwise direction and then swirling in all directions in and around my mouth. Sometimes I get caught just day dreaming about it while I look outside my window. Maybe this is just a symptom of loving chicken too much but can we really ask ourselves if such a thing exists? How much do we really know about ourselves, who we are, the universe, our purpose in life, if we can’t eat the things we love? Think about it…
That magical shining bucket of KFC sign being perched above the store so gracefully for all to see, is like a beacon of hope in this unforgiving world. It is the light of my life, my first unborn baby and my childhood dreams and aspirations all rolled into pieces of chicken that are deep fried and smothered with herbs and spices. Words tremble from my mouth when uttering the words “9 pieces” to the KFC cashier. I get all sweaty and hyperventilate a little bit before this but my gut feeling lets those magical words fly out of my mouth.
This is the reason I wake up on Tuesday. The moment my fingers caress that greasy KFC box full of chicken, it just makes me explode into tears of joy and happiness everytime. The anticipation of not knowing what type of pieces lie inside the mystery box, is just too much for me to bare. Will there be two wings? Three rib pieces? No wait maybe just one wing and many breast rib pieces? Who knows? What combination of pieces is it going to be?
Once inside, what is the best way to tackle this monstrosity of a greasy situation? Well for me, I Start with the drummy and I nibble my way through that. When that’s gone, I move on to a couple of breast/ rib parts and then a chicken wingy. Congratulations, you’re about half way there as I only consider that as really half a piece (I mean look at the surface area). Now I have a breather for a little bit, to give my insides some time to absorb all those nutritional benefits that fried chicken provide. The rest will pretty much guide itself down into your stomach.
That’s it! So be brave and also be aware of your surroundings at all times. If you’ve bought the 9 pieces just for yourself then you’ve already completed the hardest part :) You might be battered, bruised and rocking back and forth in the corner of your room but you’ll be glad you did. Remember, to not be afraid in the mountain of chicken in this box, It is the only obstacle in your way that stands between you and freedom. Thank you for reading and I hope I’ve been an inspiration to you all :)
Oh, it is not. ;-p