Where is everyone #5

Man now I want wings and mac & cheese. Ya'll just never stop.

 

The Stomach will need y’all separate and living in different walled villages before we attack. Thinning the herd is easier when the herd is separated during a civil war.


If it’s any issue. Flats need to be dipped in BLUE CHEESE dressing. So y’all ranch loving drum stick chewing mofos are done first. The Stomach has a tally list going.

I’m all winged out after last night. 24 wings... I learned my limit was roughly 16-18 buffalo wings before I craved a different flavor.

 

Twizzlers.
That is all.

 

We got a solution for you. A wall of butter. Let's see you get through that.

 

Ooooh. Broke out the kryptonite.
He's sweating bullets now.

 

Someone tell me Pole ain’t in charge of defenses...


“Should we go over the wall, Commander Stwik?”

“Kill them all.”

 

ugh. Gross no thanks.

 

I proudly dip BONELESS wings in RANCH dressing.

Heresy that I'm more than willing to be nailed to a cross for.

My ranch dressing lined lips will be smiling as the life slowly fades from me.

Molon Ranche.

 

Why not book the load and have Ruthless meet you somewhere in eastern Pa and deliver the load on your trailer while you do a reset. maybe his contacts can reload you west. A eastern busmans holiday.