barbecue!

It's a strange incident and Halloween's just around the corner. The price will go up if I get the leg.

But after making money by charging adults $3 (£1.47) and children $1 (49p) to look inside the empty smoker, Mr Whisnant asked for it back.

He should switch to a "pay as many pounds as you feel is fair to look at this amputated leg" model.

it is so sweet knowing a dude at the local bbq joint who works the meat slicing station--epic smoked sausages, doubling my orders of brisket & pork, free ribs, large beans for the price of a small--i love u punk rocker nate at fette sau.

From the "Looks like I picked a bad week to stop sniffing glue" Department, I chose the week of the local Railroad Festival to start cutting back on my meat consumption. But at least a dozen black churches in the food court have a pig + smoke genius working their pit, so I, uh, fell off the wagon. Having some 'cue nachos from Kyle's Chapel right now, got a half slab from Victory Temple for later this evening.

Learned how to make blackened chicken on the barbecue today--very suited to my wandering attention span.