Often times when I go to a party (remember parties?) or bring something for a work potluck (remember work potlucks? [less fondly than we remember parties, amIrite?]), I bring buffalo chicken dip. It’s fast, it’s easy, and (most importantly) people love it.
A few months ago (you know, when we were going to offices and such), I brought some buffalo chicken dip to a work potluck lunch. It was one of the first things gone as usual, and I didn’t think much of it as I carried on with my day.
Carried on with my day, until I was chatting with three other coworkers in one girl’s office and I was – very animatedly – telling a story, looked down when my arms were both far out to the sides, and saw a little speck of buffalo chicken dip directly on the right nipple of my lightweight gray sweater.
And you can bet your sweet ass I made all three of those coworkers change my name in their phones from Bev to BCN or… Buffalo Chicken Nip.
Happy Punday, y’all.
-Beverly “The PUNisher” Goldenstein
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