Heard a Rumor
Stop me if you heard this one.
Two fat guys go out of town to drink beer, visit friends, and game. Along the way they buy a bunch of wings and put them in the hotel fridge. The next morning they both drive home leaving the wings in the fridge.
/sigh… I did it again. Need to go to sleep with a sticky note on my forehead.
i was distracted by my horrible heartburn - from the low-grade hooter wings or that strange japanese beer Cloud forced down my throat at katana-point.
YOU were probably recovering from dropping a volkswagon’s worth of FeCal Ballistic Missiles (FCBMs) into that poor overworked commode, causing the evacuation of the 3rd floor of our hotel (and likely raining 911 sauce on the heads of all below)
be thankful we escaped with our lives and arrest records free of ASSault charges