My homie (white dude, blues/rock/jazz keyboard player... memorized over 2,000 songs but plays like a roboto IMO.
Anyhow, to the point... in Vegas bars are 24/7, so at 4-4:3) AM he would go to buffalo wild wings because all the chicken wngs that had been sitting around were 50% off... the dumb ass fucker would get their hottest sauce... and he would drink 10-15 shots and drink 10ish beers (at home), I'm not mentioning when he made the long iceland iced tee.
Anyhow, he would eat 24-36 of them, and he told me the next day he would shit about a half-gallon of burning liquid shit... and he kept going back for more!
Yes, he was fat.
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evil big baby