Not Paul McCartney's band of the same name from the '70s. I got them, and still do.
But the chicken wings that one eats. Everyone I know loves 'em.
Eating them just doesn't do it for me. Maybe I've never had the right kind.
I suppose I should venture to those restaurants in the Valley known for their fabulous wings and give them a try.
Am I alone on this? I'm not a picky eater, really.
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