Back in the mid-1990s, my brother-in-law lived near a restaurant called Flo's Kuntry Kitchen. In the dead of night one night, some cheeky lout came along with a can of spray paint. S/he (though I have a very hard time picturing a woman doing this) crossed out the "ry," the second "k," and "n," and added an s. It was the funniest goddamn
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