I like Friday

Do you like Friday? Of course you do. Who doesn't like Friday? Nobody. That's who.

You know what else I like? Chicken Wings. I don't trust anyone that doesn't like chicken wings.

Once I got a chicken wing that had a feather on it, though. In a diner in Times Square. Poking through the barbecue sauce. It almost made me not like chicken wings. But in the end their savory allure was simply too powerful to be overcome by the mere memory of an extraneous feather.

So I still like them.

That's all I've got to say on the matter.

Here's a sketch: