The self-proclaimed “Chicken King” takes his sick kicks and suit around London in search of the world’s greatest chicken. Apparently, the Hotspurs aren’t the only mediocre disappointment in Tottenham as the highly spoken of Chick King really didn’t say much. He’s been gassed up for years from eating so much chicken, so his expectations were high (he was not) and the delivery was lacking all kinds of flavor. That’s it, I’m officially declaring myself the “French Fry King.”
A master of the internet farts and sciences. Often accused of being into movies, television, sports, gaming and long walks to the kitchen. Spent the last decade writing about the absurdity that is the internet with a primary focus on comedy, sports, entertainment and exposing cats for being evil monsters. Somehow achieved a BA in Advertising from the Michigan State University and MA in Copywriting from The Portfolio Center. Hobbies include keeping “that’s what she said” jokes fashionable, imitating noises like a parakeet and preventing political arguments. List writer for Ranker and former Editor-in-Chief of World Wide Interweb.
Nathan Davidson