Rest in peace Hot Wings. You were that most rare and tender of things, a true American patriot. You were the wings of a chicken with the spirit of an eagle. Your heart was large, your only crime loving too much, loving grease too much, tragically made your pancreas too large also. The manner of your death wil forever testify to the American character. We shall think fondly of you, perhaps when nibbling on a substandard McDonald's nugget dipped in weaksauce hot sauce, and we'll know they don't make chicken like you anymore. You were too hot for this world Wings. Now it's time to fly.

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