It's been a pretty shitty Friday. It's raining outside, Wendy's has settled in, and Valenti is out for the 2nd straight day on Valenti and Foster. But just as I was about to go hide out in the shitter for the rest of the work day, Vegas throws me a bone. Wings going off at 12/1???
12 to 1 are the odds of me having sex with a girl, and her actually enjoying it.
Here's a tip, get real liquored up tonight (i'm talking motay kind of drunk), and put down $100 on the wings to win it. Chances are you won't remember in the morning, and come next June, you'll be making it rain at Leggs of Ypsilanti.
PS - You really want to be against this? Yeah, and go say bogey bogey bogey to a pitbull while your at it.
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