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Chazwozel
So my wife and I go to a local pub for dinner tonight, and I order up their spiciest dozen of wings. The waitress warns me. I have to sign a wavier, blah blah. I get my plate and chow down. These wings barely register on my hot-o-meter. I think I've either built my tolerance up to the point of no return, or I had me some weak ass false advertised wings. Don't get me wrong; they were delicious. I was just disappointed over the anticipation of a good spicy wing.
Anyone else ever been let down this way?
Oh, I also had the beer to end all beers tonight. Samuel Smith Oatmeal Stout. That shit is like Dom Pérignon of beer.
Anyone else ever been let down this way?
Oh, I also had the beer to end all beers tonight. Samuel Smith Oatmeal Stout. That shit is like Dom Pérignon of beer.