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I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where you need to jog up three black carpet handicap-ramps just to reach your table. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where it takes 14 minutes for the waitress to arrive, and 72 minutes for the food to come out. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where they change their mac n’ cheese recipe every week just to **** you off. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where all 300 TV screens are airing adds simultaneously. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where you ask for queso without salsa, but they can’t hear you; over the Flex Seal commercial blasting at full volume. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where every wing sauce besides honey-barbecue tastes like Jalapeño Takis drenched in McDonald’s buffalo sauce. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where it’s Kids Wednesday, everyday. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the bathrooms have approximately 4 urinals, 2 baby changing stations, and 17 ******* TVs. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where desserts always on the menu, but never in your mouth. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the party games consist of a single, rigged, claw machine, full of nothing but green and pink rubber ***** I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the bar smells like congealed grease, olive oil, and a rusted frying pan. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the only customers are bald-white-guys and fat-black-women. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the one birthday clown is a 54-year-old Indian *** offender. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where dreams die and rape-babies are born. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where their iceberg lettuce is grown under black-light. I want to go to Buffalo Wi- Wait, are you not in the mood for chicken?
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 8:48 PM UTC
Buffalo Wild Wings
I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where you need to jog up three black carpet handicap-ramps just to reach your table. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where it takes 14 minutes for the waitress to arrive, and 72 minutes for the food to come out. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where they change their mac n’ cheese recipe every week just to **** you off. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where all 300 TV screens are airing adds simultaneously. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where you ask for queso without salsa, but they can’t hear you; over the Flex Seal commercial blasting at full volume. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where every wing sauce besides honey-barbecue tastes like Jalapeño Takis drenched in McDonald’s buffalo sauce. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where it’s Kids Wednesday, everyday. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the bathrooms have approximately 4 urinals, 2 baby changing stations, and 17 ******* TVs. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where desserts always on the menu, but never in your mouth. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the party games consist of a single, rigged, claw machine, full of nothing but green and pink rubber ***** I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the bar smells like congealed grease, olive oil, and a rusted frying pan. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the only customers are bald-white-guys and fat-black-women. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where the one birthday clown is a 54-year-old Indian *** offender. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where dreams die and rape-babies are born. I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, where their iceberg lettuce is grown under black-light. I want to go to Buffalo Wi- Wait, are you not in the mood for chicken?
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Big_Moist
13/M/Maryland
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 8:48 PM UTC
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