#dignitywhatdignity
I have a sudden need for Sister Act/Pitch Perfect crossover fic. Nuns singing a capella pop music! Delores was a Bella! Something!
Still want.
I decided I was going to order a pizza for lunch today, to unwind and celebrate Shivadh Saturday. I had a credit for a free pizza with Domino’s, which was great, but of course meant I had to order a bunch of other food to make the delivery minimum. I don’t mind, I like a lot of their food, so I ordered bread twists, a sandwich, and chicken wings.
Got the order, brought it to the kitchen, began unpacking the boxes…
Wings.
In all three boxes. In multiple sizes, no less. I have a medium mushroom pizza plus three dozen chicken wings. Eighteen chickens worth of wings!
I’m guessing they’re short staffed and kept thinking they’d already packaged up the other stuff, and I’m not going to complain because I do like chicken wings and pricewise I think it works out in my favor, but man. I have all the wings.
The line “I have all the wings” has made my strange, strange brain try to figure out how to construct a buffalo-wings-based cherubim costume*. So thanks for that, I guess.
*The conclusion so far is that a) it’s gonna be sticky and b) it’s a good thing they gave you so many because, given the size difference between average human and average chicken wing, they’ll need to be stacked together Voltron-style to be noticeable.
Oh see, as soon as you said “Buffalo wing cherubim” I immediately went to one of those rings-wings-and-eyes angels only the giant wings look like sauced roasted chicken wings and the eyes are wearing ray-bans. Loving that, honestly. Buffaliel, angel of the sports bar. Wields a celery stick instead of a sword.
and the rings are I assume onion….
And the rings are onion
Not onion rings?
I love everyone in this sports bar. :D
