Present your victim with a platter of Atomic Chicken Wings from WingStop. Or, if you're the type that derives pleasure from excruciating, tear-inducing pain, eat them yourself.
Deceivingly tasty-looking yet mind-numbingly painful, these little fuckers could probably replace waterboarding as America's go-to form of torture.
After just one bite of these satanic little wings, I was almost in tears. Jenny was forced to submerge her face into a tub of ice cream. And after a few (she's obviously one of those masochistic types I was talking about), Felicia proceeded to make sounds I've never heard her make before (and never knew she was capable of making).
Since I'm a) not white and b) Korean, I'm pretty sure you can trust me on this one.
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