[over the mountain]

bars that warn that their wings are hot then you get them and their not.

then you go to a place and order their hot wings, the bartender tries to warn you, you wave his precautions off given past fallacies, get the wings, your crying after the 1st one with sweat pouring out of your forehead, snot running down your nose and your face is bright red.

i ate 3 of them phuckers. i could have ate more but there werent anymore drumsticks, just the wing parts which I wouldnt dare try b/c when i eat those sauce gets all over my face.

i havent been right for 12 hours now, barely slept.