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WINGS

Today, I emailed the Daily Orange on why they should pick me for their Wings Competition. I didn’t win Homecoming King, but I want to put my face out there again. I hope they understand my love for wings.

I could have sworn I was born in the year of the chicken or rooster or whatever you want to call it, but it turns out I was wrong. If I had a choice, I would have preferred to be born in the year of the chicken. I love my chicken like I love my music (Khia style), dirty and juicy! Ever since I was young, I loved chicken, from Slyvia’s in Harlem to Roscoe’s in LA. But I always find myself going back to KFC and Popeyes (whose idea was it to take KFC out of Kimmel anyway?!?) Don’t tell anyone, but I think Koreans do it the best, Bonchon. I’ll take chicken in any form. I guess I’m the Forest Gump of Chicken. Fried Chicken and omelets, fried chicken nuggets, fried popcorn chicken, chicken patties, buffalo wings, buffalo strips, chicken fingers, chicken fritters, chicken fries, chicken katsu, country fried chicken, fried chicken on a stick, double deep fried chicken, chicken and waffles (sometimes pancakes) and much more. All I eat is chicken, and if you look at my campusfood history, it’s all chicken…either from wings or from number 1 kitchen. Yes, I’m that guy who orders four chicken wings and chicken fried rice at a Chinese restaurant. I’ll have a ton of supporters because once they see me, they will know I mean business. I’m the chosen one, and I’m living in the matrix. love, peace, and chicken wings

p.s. I attached a lovely picture of me and my friend eating chicken wings from KFC because you know I do hoodrat thangsss.