Lately I’ve been craving buffalo chicken.
By this, I mean breaded fried chicken strips smothered in hot sauce. The hotter the better. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. That long slow burn that lasts and lasts….
I want some.
Maybe tonight after band I’ll put some chicken tenders in the oven and bake them til they’re hot and juicy and crispy, then I’ll cover them in this new hot sauce I got. It sounds really good, doesn’t it?
Of course it does…
Unless you’re a wimp or something.
(You’re NOT, are you?)
Jantics
It’s cute how some people expect the world to actually make sense.
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