KFC Biscuit

19 months old

2010-09-05T04:47:00.000-07:00

I am now 19 months old, and my owner says I haven't changed a bit since he brought me home. Well, except I have been hardened by father time. He occasionally let's me stay up and watch Adult Swim, although I must admit, I don't get much of the humor.

He says I am now old enough to tweet, so follow me.

Happy Birthday!

2010-04-13T23:16:00.000-07:00

Picture after 1 year.

Shhh!!

2009-11-24T06:37:00.000-08:00

The Hizzy Beast is fast asleep, and I have snuck out of the refrigerator door. I can hear him snoring loudly, even though he is upstairs. I've been shopping on Amazon.com the last couple days. They started black friday early, and i'm hoping to get a good deal on some butter or jelly for this chapped biscuit. I hope to also get a camera, so I can take a picture and post it on here. Hopefully, I'll make it past thanksgiving dinner without the kids thinking i'm some kind of throwable object.

Cheers,
KFC Biscuit

Greetings from KFC Biscuit

2009-11-14T03:16:00.000-08:00

Hello and welcome to my blog. I am KFC Biscuit. I was born on February 2nd, 2009. I currently reside in the bottom of a refrigerator door.

I haven't changed much since then. I have not turned green, I have only hardened. Such is life living below a bunch of condiments. I have seen many friends come and go over time. Turkey Lunchmeat, Lettuce Head, Slice O' Cheese, and the occasional visit from BK Fry Sauce.

Today I had to say goodbye to a dear friend, who began to stink up the place. Sir Loin Steak had been here less than a week. He arrived in a family pack, and one by one, his relatives were abducted by The Hizzy Beast, for reasons I can only imagine in my scariest nightmares. I only know they do not return.

I recall when I arrived, the awful horror as I watched my biscuit buddies torn from our folding home. Why I was left to survive, I do not know. I can only be thankful that The Hizzy Beast took mercy on my once fluffy soul. I remember multiple beasts that night, I'd occasionally see one peer over our home, grabbing another one of us. I watched Bernie Biscuit eaten right above my golden top, crumbs falling over me like a blizzard on a cold January afternoon. Just thinking of it is enough to flake my brittle edges.

But here I am, in the door of the fridge, seeing light from time to time, as The Hizzy Beast checks in on me. Every time a little more spooked, wondering if this is my time to go. I can only enjoy to the fullest, all I can until that fateful day.

I hope to be able to escape during the night occasionally, to post blogs and keep you updated.

Until next time, butter up.

KFC Biscuit