If you’re trying to lose weight, consider ordering super-spicy wings. A bunch of them. And make them your only option for dinner. You will eat less, I assure you.
Yrs. truly order one metric fuck ton of wings last night, but there was apparently a mix up, and when I was expecting to bite into Asian Zing, I got Mango Habanero. When I went for the Hot BBQ, I got goddamn Nashville Hot. I felt like I’d been peppered sprayed in the mouth.
And that’s what it felt like again tonight. And that’s what it’ll feel like again tomorrow. Cuz, again, dear reader, I ordered a LOT of these things.
Anyway…Nashville Hot is no joke. Should you choose to go down that road, proceed with caution.

N.P.: “Zero” – Rabbit Junk