See, if I was Evel Knievel, and I knew I was pretty much on
the way out, I certainly wouldn't have been content to waste away in a
hospital bed, wheezing my last only for the benefit of close friends
and family. I'm thinking flying rocket bed, shot over canyon into
a school bus full of kids or something. Flames, death, awesomeness, get
me?
OMG, me and Annpants! found this BBQ restaurant last
week.... guys, it's time to get fat, for real. You know it's a good
sign when you walk into a place and the wood smoke and meat stink makes
you cough a little and your eyes start to water. BEST BRISKET ON
EARTH. Well, best that I've ever had anyway. Other bonuses: no plates,
just butcher's paper. AND: "chili-mac". Unbelievable. Macaroni and
chili. Annants! pointed out that the cheese in it was awesome, I
pointed out that that wasn't cheese, it was the most delicious grease
on the planet.
Ok, kids, I gotta go run and get some more milk. I've
been drinking coffee like a fiend lately, and I just ran out of
lady-cow juice. Catch you later, kids!
