Every Sunday morning before church, I will go pick up a breakfast from a fast food restaurant (usually Sonic or BK). When we go to BK, I’ll get a chicken biscuit, and Rachel will have a sausage, egg, and cheese croissant. And when I get my food, they will always ask me, “Do you want some jelly with that?” And I’ll always say, “No.” And they’ll look at me like I’m crazy: “Are you sure?” Why would I want jelly on sausage, eggs, and cheese or a chicken biscuit? Southerners.
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