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Ain’t no thing but a chicken wing

Although this guy's voice makes me want to punch him in the face, the fact remains: whilst out and about doing things for Xtra West and, I eat chicken wings a couple times a month, at varying locals like Score, Fountainhead, Junction, Speakeasy and sometimes even my very own apartment.

Does that make chicken wings gay?

You bet.

Does that mean I know how to eat them without making a complete mess of myself?

Certainly not.

Which is wanted to share this:

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