I’ve go all the way down to Stockbridge, like 30 miles south of Atlanta tomorrow morning to tour the “plant of the future.” Motherfuckers, I drilled and blasted all of their utility trenches and drilled all their anchor bolt holes for all the towers so they could build that new plant. I’ve spent enough time at that shit hole, but the only Mrs Winners Chicken left that I know of is located there at least
Ah, go ahead. You'll have a blast down there.