Buffalo Chicken
I want nothing out of life but buffalo chicken.
Bubba is to shrimp as Vivian is to buffalo chicken.
So I am now officially dating Not Keith. But it's okay, because I will always have buffalo chicken.
Reptar scratched my hand, but there's still buffalo chicken.
Rum and buffalo chicken.
Buffalo chicken.
If my clown nose is broken, what does that say about me? It doesn't matter, because there will always be buffalo chicken.
I think this will be one of the Christmases that the ghost of Christmas past will haunt me with later. He'll show me a vision of myself, walking to Lopardo's, forgetting that it is Christmas Eve, passing out, waking up, and making Reptar drag a sled with all of my belongings on it to my new apartment.
I don't want it to be Christmas, and I don't want to go home. I just want buffalo chicken.
Last night, I watched Twister and played my favorite drinking game: Fuck You, You Can't Tell Me When to Drink. Some of the rules I created are as follows:
1. Drink every time someone says any word meaning "twister"
2. Drink every time someone has bangs or is wearing a suit jacket and no tie
3. Drink every time they say the word "divorce"
4. Drink every time there is inclement weather
5. Drink every time the characters in the film think they are smarter than me
6. Drink every time the girl pisses me off
I was fucking shitfaced, needless to say.
Buffalo chicken.
Bubba is to shrimp as Vivian is to buffalo chicken.
So I am now officially dating Not Keith. But it's okay, because I will always have buffalo chicken.
Reptar scratched my hand, but there's still buffalo chicken.
Rum and buffalo chicken.
Buffalo chicken.
If my clown nose is broken, what does that say about me? It doesn't matter, because there will always be buffalo chicken.
I think this will be one of the Christmases that the ghost of Christmas past will haunt me with later. He'll show me a vision of myself, walking to Lopardo's, forgetting that it is Christmas Eve, passing out, waking up, and making Reptar drag a sled with all of my belongings on it to my new apartment.
I don't want it to be Christmas, and I don't want to go home. I just want buffalo chicken.
Last night, I watched Twister and played my favorite drinking game: Fuck You, You Can't Tell Me When to Drink. Some of the rules I created are as follows:
1. Drink every time someone says any word meaning "twister"
2. Drink every time someone has bangs or is wearing a suit jacket and no tie
3. Drink every time they say the word "divorce"
4. Drink every time there is inclement weather
5. Drink every time the characters in the film think they are smarter than me
6. Drink every time the girl pisses me off
I was fucking shitfaced, needless to say.
Buffalo chicken.