
It started off pretty shaky Craig here falling into poultry shock only after a dozen wings, he did muster up the strength to consume two more wings.

Brian Titshaw gazes off in the distance summoning some foreign power and harnessing its strength to enable him to squeeze 20 wings into his girlish figure.

With a rebel yell I cried that's twenty four, two dozen wings, that's like 12 amputated chickens.

Big Andrew came through in the clutch, with lightning quick reflexes, carnage ensued, the crunching of cartoledge snapping of bones, in the end he stood atop a pile of forty wings.
in total the crew devoured over a hundred wings, but did little to challenge the maniacal corporate Giant, Wild Wings. They may have won the battle, but believe you me, we will win the war. We will rise again soaring on the call of a hundred chicken spirits, with hunger in our souls and fire in our eyes, we will meet again.
-adam
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Someone please get my son a napkin! I don't need his wife yelling to send him back to his mama to teach that boy some manners.
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