Wednesday Wings, or why I learned to stop worrying and eat the grease

Wednesday night wings at Hard Times Cafe. I knew that they had chili, but 35-cent (its the new 25-cent) wing night? And $1.50 High-Lifes? I dropped $10 on wings, beer, and sweet tea, and my stomach is still full.

Shit. Wyatt and Don, I blame you for not inviting me before. Or alternately, not being there the one time I did decide to show.