…as a somewhat cheesier sequel to a film that wasn’t really all that good to begin with turned out to be the smart option. I ate my wings, made lunch for my kids, and generally didn’t feel the lack of covering the blessed thing at all.
Why am I mentioning this, I hear some ask? – Surely this is a rhetorical question. It’s because of all those lurkers out there who are desperately looking for Righty despair right now in order to achieve orgasm. I’m sure that they’ll find it, out there: just not, you know, here.
PS: None of this means that Teriyaki – geez, Firefox, it’s a real word – is an optimal sauce for wings; I should have stuck with BBQ. Perhaps my lurkers can take comfort in that, at least? It’s not much, but I feel kind of bad to get the hitcount and not give anything back.