I've got a friend, and he likes 'em nuclear. So he calls the local wing shop & gets an order. Now, understand, my friend has been busting this place for about 2 months on how their wings werent' hot enough So he tries one, takes the rest back, saying they weren't hot enough. The guy behind the counter looks at him funny, looks at the wings, looks at him, says "give us a few minutes", and goes away.
When he gets back, he's got one of those white styrophome meal holders. Hands it to my firend, who opens it up, graps one of the wings, and takes a bite....then starts sweating. Tearing up...snot dripping from his nose. Finally, after about 2 glasses of milk and some bread, he gets one (and only one) down...and he asks the guy behind the counter "what the hell were those?"
and the guy behind the counter looks him head in the eye and says "those were are f---you wings"
My friend never complained about the hottness of his wings again after that.
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