Hurricane Rita

Ahhh... wonderful, wonderful wings. And BW3s (Buffalo Wild Wings) is JUST the right place to get it (plus they were the only place open).

Looks like everyone else had the same idea. That place was PACKED!! Word spreads fast, I guess. Well... sitting outside is better than waiting four hours for seating inside. Sure is hot and humid outside, though.

Shane spends a few moments listening to his beer, while Paul pretends he knows how to read (the menu is upside down, by the way) and then promptly claims that he's seen the BW3s movie, but the menu was better.

GAY GAY GAY GAY!!! What is this boy thinking. What in the world could be worse than Faberge giving you that "Joanie Loves Chachi" thumbs up look?

YIKES!!! THIS could be worse... it's The Waz giving us all that kissie-poo look. NASTY!

mmmmmmmm.... wiiiiiings!

The Post Carnage Report: I came in first on the frontline of wing goodness (most fatties do), with The Waz following in second (with the occasional kissie-poo look to ward of people passing by); Shane and Faberge tied for third place and "oh I'm soooo hungry, my tummy-wummie hurts, I'm going to die" Paul finished in dead last. Not only that, but he ordered three blue-cheese cups (which is a wings no-no in my book) and only used one cup. Looser. After this we went home, and eventually Paul packed up his crap and headed on home. More beer and Jerky for the rest of us!