Tonight, we made barbecue chicken legs. It only took us a year to finally put the baby grill together and use it. We waited too long, because it was so good. Too good, probably.
And thanks to Honduras- less food and hungrier people, I am able to eat at a higher velocity. Something like 2:1.
We don't talk much during eat-time. Unless it has to do with how good the meat is, other meat we should get, foods that would compliment the meat, waffle fries, cookouts in parking lots of games, joining the Chicago Community Football League, chicks, big speakers, brass knuckles, recent fights we were in, Fila shoes or Bugaboo Jeans. Anything else and its drowned in the chomping of meat because we are just a couple of guys trying to have a good time.
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