When you consider the roots of contemporary American junk food culture, be afraid, very afraid because those roots are pretty (by American standards) deep.
Honest to god, I still crave the Banquet chicken pot pies my brother would heat up for me when my mom was working late. Oh, and their frozen fried chicken.
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Honest to god, I still crave the Banquet chicken pot pies my brother would heat up for me when my mom was working late. Oh, and their frozen fried chicken.
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