Dearest Smoked Chicken Wings,
Thank you for being the most awesome hot wings on the entire planet. Your buttery, spicy wing sauce and slightly crunchy texture are like heaven in my mouth. I could eat only Smoked Chicken Wings for the rest of my life and be perfectly content. You always come out to me searing hot, complete with a hot towel for my sauced fingers. Sure, my stomach and throat may burn like Mordor later, but that's all part of the glorious wing experience. (Maybe that vodka Collins' wasn't such a good idea...)
Oh, Smoked Chicken Wings. Keep doing what you do.
If I could marry a chicken wing, I'd marry you.