Fried Chicken Granola Bars continued.

I think I just realized the reason I thought Courtney's fried drumstick story was so funny is because I imagined him walking into a Chicken Shop, bouncing a quarter off the counter into the owner's pocket and the owner handing Courtney a single chicken leg. No container, no bag, nothing but a greasy chicken leg. Then I imagined Courtney walking down a Brooklyn street nibbling away at his drumstick, planning out his next move. I can guarantee that next move had something to do with a girl with a big butt. That's what every next move should have something to do with.