T.G.I. Friday's Frozen Wings... Fa'Get-About-It!!!

Box advertises that the "NEW" party size feeds 6-7 people. The count in the box: 20.
Giving TGIF the benefit of the count...that's still just 4 lil wings a person.

So perhaps they claim appetizer. Fine.
If that's the case... At LEAST figure me for five!

The taste was very good. Cooking times are appropriate.

The quantity vs. price... Poor.

TGIF is a poor name from the starting gate, but again, I over looked that aspect (on account of being quite hungry for quick wings... which I usually make myself.)

I'm thinking, overall, they should just stick with their over the top basic, cookie cutter restaurant chain and count their blessings.

Save your money... Take the extra few minutes and do it yourself.

MAN I'm sick to FUCK of these restaurant chains trying to broaden their scope based on their name and not quality.

I'll give TGIF this much... At LEAST they're not fuckin'-HOOTERS (the worst of the worst)!

Things on the table....

TGIFridays BBQ Wings New Party Size! ("Servies 6-7"...and has... ummm... like... 10 fucking wings?!!!)... yeah.. I know... I was very tired and masses were hungry.


David Beckham... are you still here? (so long... and thanks for all the fish!)


Soyjoy (Is that you Morgan Freeman??? Please tell me it isn't you!!! Speak to me from my bushes out back when you get a chance! I "hear" your Soyjoy bars suck some serious ass, but I'm gonna check for myself this upcoming week.)

Regards pitiful readers.

Why are you still here?!!!

I abide.

Peace!

And now... the Fabulous Borrah Minevitch!!!

Nonsense Ramble of Torture, Birds and Death

I have a fire stick which I would remove from the fire. The end would be still smoldering as my bird would hop onto the end; not quite into the burning area, but near it… comforted by the warmth. Then I would gently place the stick back into a smaller fire on a table, and he would always scoot up a bit away from the flames to avoid being burned.

On this one day, perhaps I turned away too long, for as I turned back, realized that my bird was now roasting and … was he dead… OHHHH… The tortured horror… but no… I see him reach up with his claw toward me… reaching for the love of me…. He barely holds on as I pull him up, but he dangles, he has not energy to perch… he’s dying you see… OHHHH… the sickening feeling… I’m looking at him… Can I save him??? Is there possibly any way? OHHHH nooo he’s too charred… How does he still live??? Do I put him out of his misery? The love of my life? How can I do such a thing??!!!
Fuck that… I’m waking up now.

I did… then had to get ready for work.

It was unpleasant.

Just for Sis:

I KNOW you sent bad JU JU bird things at me… It was the hovering bird comments… You went and shot me bad Ju Ju over them! Don’t deny it!!!

Fuckin’ Charles Ingles fuckin’ mom’s dying! Fuckin’ hoverin’ birds and shit… THEN my bird-love is cast into fires at my own hand… and still he reaches out.. I see him now!!!!!! THE HORROR!!!!

STOP IT DEVIL WOMAN!!!!!