Shitload Of Wings

I will take it that whenever I feel down, stuffing my face with food will be the sure-fire way to distract me from all the negativity, no?

So why not a shitload of wings?

I popped by the hawker centre and whisked off with 10 grilled chicken wings.

I needed badly to stuff my face with food. I did like 2 bags of chips earlier today, so I thought the chicken wings might be a nice alternative.

Sure, it felt good, but you know for a fact that whatever that's bothering IS STILL THERE.

But at least there's some alleviation, right?