Chicken wings….what can I say …that is all on my mind. I left work and all I could think about was chicken wings. I called my gf and I don’t think I said one word that didn’t begin with the word chicken wing. I was driving to the gym but all I could think about was chicken wings. I pictured the car in front me being a chicken wing on wheels. The trees around me, tall chicken wings reaching for the sky, covered with white sauce. God damn I wanted some. I ate every two hours and was still hungry. I bet if I ate chicken wings every two hours I’d be full. I didn’t even wanna work out. I just wanted to hold a bucket of tender chicken wings. Then a song came on the radio. “All the single ladies, All the single ladies” and all I kept singing was “All the chicken wings, All the chicken wings.” I imagined chicken wings dancing in black n white. Needless to say I nearly JIMPed.
You want a million dollar idea?….have chicken wings more easily available. They should be put in our vending machines, next to our coffee cups, handed out to us at every meeting, praised daily for their deliciousness. If I were a chicken I’d eat chicken wing. That’s how fucking delicious they are….enough said.