Ohhh...my fingers smell of BBQ sauce. Wing Night! Yeah, baby! Gotta love that. Murni, read this and weep...
Once or twice a week, the local pubs will have like a cheap night to go out for chicken wings. BBQ, honey garlic, hot, teriyaki etc. Spoilt for choice. The place we went to had wings for 15 cents every Monday and Wednesday. Don't think I've actually ever had wings until I didn't feel like it anymore. It was all good except for the fact that I can't seem to get the smell of BBQ sauce off my fingers.
To add to the already messy situation of the night, we were laughing so hard my stomach hurt. I'm sure somewhere on my jacket there's a stain from having spilled something. God knows everyone else did.
Yay, me - not. After spending an hour doing yoga (attempting to anyways) I ended up having an ice cream bar, a plate of wings and a drink. So much for losing weight.
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