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Mainland - Hooters, Sunday Evening
Oct. 26th, 2008 10:42 pmThere was never anything quite so appealing as a bar filled with women in tight shirts who served damn good hot wings.
Deadpool loved him some hot wings.
"I love me some hot wings," He said, as if to prove the narrative correct. Of course, he wasn't looking at wings. More at the white meat variety.
Deadpool loved him some hot wings.
"I love me some hot wings," He said, as if to prove the narrative correct. Of course, he wasn't looking at wings. More at the white meat variety.
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