Wingers

We went to lunch at Wingers today. Wish I had brought the Flip. It was pretty raucous. I wish I hadn't told all those dirty jokes so loud.

We got seated right next to the men's room. Always a lovely location. Convenient, but... I went in to wash my hands and fairly well gagged from a thick fog of rotting-eggs straight from the devil's own rectum. It was gag-tastic. I mentioned that I gagged, right.

The bbq wings were so good it made me actually want to go back. Wingers is a hole.

Waitress was nice. She actually checked in like ten times.

I had a Dr. Pepper. Really bad for me, but it tastes so good.