Last Night, I Had a Dream
In it, all the chickens whose wings I had eaten slathered with hot sauce came looking for me. And they wanted revenge.
And they showed up on my front lawn. And demanded I come out and answer to them for having consumed bits of their bodies.
I did come out. And I took one look at them and said, "Oh, there you are! I hate leaving a job unfinished."
Then I scooped them all up and rotisserie'd them in the back yard. I left one alive to spread the word of the fate of its armless fellows. And the ones I did not eat I put in the freezer for later.
That was a great dream.
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"Just call me The Wingman." And then you break out blue cheese from your condoment belt. Wait… I gotta go eat. Now I'm just plain hungry. This all your fault.