I had a dream the other night that I was at a pub/diner about to do a review. I kept looking over the menu, getting the camera ready, and asking the waitress about the suicide sauce, the bbq sauce etc.
I never actually get my wings though. Last time I go there for wings!
Clearly I have a sick obsession.
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You didn't get your wings because there was clearly a sign on the door, "No pants, no wings"*
*(You know, the old "show up at work/school and realize you're naked" dream)
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