K.. this may sound kind of weird, but I think some males here will understand.
Many years back I discovered I love buffalo wings. I swear every day for a couple years I ate them. It was a routine; get off from work at midnight, clean and prepare some raw chicken wings, cook them up while making different kinds of buffalo sauce, and eat. Not just a snack mind you, a big plate of wings.. every night.. for years.
The weird part is, I never got sick of them. Nowadays I don't eat chicken wings often, but well-made buffalo wings still elicits shudders and moans from me.
What about the ladies?! We like wings, too!
Wait............is this a euphemism?

