There is no fucking Mable. That’s retarded. However(!!!), I did get at least one helping of chicken since I missed MNW. But it wasn’t a chicken wing. And it wasn’t at Sally’s. It was a goddamn salty peppery fucktard breast of a chicken from some goddamn Italian place that’s known for its goddamn rotisserie fucking chicken. What the fuck is that fucking shit? Are you fucking kidding me? In a related fucking story, the goddamn “best italian” place to plop your plump American (why do you hate our country?) ass is the goddamn Olive Fucking Garden. Fuck. How in Jebus’ fucking name is that humanly fucking possible? But seriously. Seriously. S-e-r-i-o-u-s-l-y. It wasn’t all that bad. It just wasn’t 25 cent fucking wings at the goddamn Sally’s Saloon and fucking Eatery. Which fucking sucks. But in related news, today was way totally long and kick ass. I just didn’t get to say fuck nearly enough.

Fuck.