Two pieces of fried chicken vanished in the time it takes to run into 7-Eleven, and now the entire nation is captivated by one girl teetering between disappointment, despair and rage in an adorable southern accent.
Two pieces of fried chicken, was it too much to ask for a Satun girl to end the day at home enjoying two pieces of fried chicken?
Two pieces of fried chicken, she bought them from the fried chicken vendor then left them in the basket of her bicycle. Who took the two pieces of fried chicken? Was it a dog or a cat or what?
Motherfucker, who stole the fried chicken? It was THB30; can’t buy your own? No, better not tell her, motherfucker.
“Don’t let me find out who took it, motherfucker,” she warns. “I’ll stick the chicken in your mouth, motherfucker.”
A world of so many injustices but so many grey areas. Paralyzing cognitive dissonance. Who’s right, who’s wrong? Who are the victims and who are the villains?
None of that ambiguity here. No “other side” to this story.
“Think about it. Now I’m stressed. I bought all two pieces, I should be enjoying my chicken right now, motherfucker. I hope you choke on my chicken, motherfucker.”
A candid complaint addressed to no one in particular and uploaded to the internet for no apparent reason struck a chord with the masses, who’ve shared it more than 40,000 times to the tune of more than 163,000 likes.
The internet has since taken collective ownership of her sentiments, in the usual ways:
“Gone Chicken”
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