STOP MAKING NEW SHAPES.

WE HAVE ENOUGH SHAPES.

I went for the ALL YOU CAN EAT wings.

It was literally the only place in my city that did it at the time.

Big difference, imo.

The wings WERE good but not so good I’d go there if I had any other options.

Also, I don’t know if you’ve ever eaten 8 pounds of hot wings, but I have, and the absolute fucking mess it makes of you combined with acute gastrointestinal distress means that any woman that saw you consume that amount of chicken wings will be utterly incapable of even pretending to flirt with you, but also that sex will be the thing least on your mind as the fiery talons of Satan himself forcefully shreds your asshole like an eight year old ripping open the wrapping paper of a Christmas present.

The utter uninhibited depravity of all you can eat wings night is concretely antithetical to the concept of sex, and the spectacle itself may be the strongest evidence I’ve ever encountered for the non existence of god.

I used to go to hooters sometimes because it was the only place in town with an all you can eat wings night and the wings were really good.

I hated the experience overall but I can eat a lot of wings if I put my mind to it which evened it out a lot.