Day 37/365: Hot Hot Hot Wings
I suspect there is such a thing as Super Bowl collective consciousness. Case in point: There were four kinds of hot wings brought by at least three people to the potluck. This would be fairly unremarkable — wangs is football eatin’ — except for the fact that at last year’s potluck, we all brought chili. EXPLAIN THAT, SCIENCE. These particular wings were dipped in some special sauce whipped up by Ray, who feels like if…
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