Fights at Popeyes without a single can of spinach in sight
We’ve all seen Twitter and all it has to offer. Since Elon took over there are more ads from bizarre companies than ever. What a capitalist age we live in.
But no, I’m not talking about that. Nor about all the Go Fund Me or Only Fans Twitter Hos. Sell your body for $3.50 a day, and you too can live in a highrise and drive a Maserati and cuddle with your fav Pomeranian as you stick your ass into the camera and ask, “Wanna be my slave?”
But no! I’m not even talking about those gals (and some guys).
I’m talking POPEYE FIGHTS!!!!
The chicken chain in the USA may soon be holding the UFC Championship in one of its many locations.
Ding Ding, goes the bell, and Shawanda is ready to rumble against Shaniqua – who dissed her man and insulted her fat ass and now MUST PAY!
As uniformed Popeye employees deftly maneuver around the fighters in baggy sweatshirts and advertising track pants (brand marketing gets endorsement deals … just sayin’, ladies) without themselves getting...