Where The Mild Wings Are
The night Matt wore his jersey and made mischief of one kind and another his broski asked for mild wings and Matt said “I ATE THEM UP!” so he was sent to Edie’s to get more food. That very night in Matt’s car his stomach growled and growled and growled until his hungry self could take no more and the drive became unbearable and a pickup rumbled by nearly cutting off poor Matt as he drove off up Best and Knab and way up Clark past J.P.’s and almost over a roundabout to where the mild wings are. And when he came to the place where the mild wings are His stomach roared its terrible roar as he opened up the door and smelled a wonderfully saucy scent and licked his salivated lips ‘til the cashier said “HELLO!” and finished up his order of 12 dozen chicken wings without celery on one and he was amazed and called Matt the most wild thing of all and made him king of all mild wings. “And now,” yelled Matt, “let the wild ru...