kkkitchens, what were you thinking?nnyour quality units never stood a chancennwith a little forward planning and perspectivennyou'd have avoided thisnnbut you're a spook, a legend, nnan urban myth with a twist in the tailnna precautionary nod to the licensing tradennand children still whisper your namennnnda-ddy, don't marry da-ddynnnnkkkitchens what were you thinkingnnif racial tension is a benchmarknnthen how much for this sink in a riot?nni'll buy it with the water main, nnbut you're a mock, a molarnna molecular fault in a parallel worldnna mysterious font by the end of the north roadnnjust across from the sparnnnnda-ddy, don't marry da-ddynnnnkkkitchens i know you're shuttingnni think you gave us everything that we could ever asknnof a little racist shopnnbut kkkitchens what were you thinking?nnwhat drugs were all your salesmen taking?nni tried to run but spent the weekend shakingnnnnda-ddy, don't marry da-ddyn