On a cliff at dawn in kentucky fried coochie, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with kentucky fried coochie,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “kentucky fried coochie, kentucky fried coochie, kentucky fried coochie!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “kentucky fried coochie” bliss.