Earthquakes suck. I was on the beach in hawaii, hammered on a cabana. The entire thing started shaking. I asked my wife if she farted. It was a serious question, because I was hammered and that was my logic at the time. Got a text from an inlaw who was watching the Maui invitational and he told me it was a quake. Tsunami scared, we ran. Our room was on the 16th floor and those hotels are on rollers in their foundation, which helps them withstand earthquakes so they don't crumble, but it makes it feel like ten times as bad. Running while you are drunk is next to impossible. Running while you are drunk and the ground is shaking is fucked up. So is being 16 floors up and shaking back and forth. Earthquakes can suck my dick.
Name one Peking and the other Pressed. The alliteration is cute. Tell the wife pressed just means after you slaughter it you're going to carve it up, put the carcass in a machine, and press out all the marrow and fat remains, she'll be impressed.
Those ducks are gonna have babies (I'm getting 6 more females next week). The male is the one in the background in that picture. He's gonna have his run of seven females. The babies are the eating ones. And they will taste awesome. I mean, when the babies get full grown. I don't like to eat babies. Except baby cows. Baby cows taste incredible
I'm almost embarrassed to say I may know of the existence of just such a picture from one of my hunting companions.
Babies with spots I hear are delicious. Dalmatians for instance, and humans. Freckled and soulless grills up the best.
Was it dead or alive? The deer I mean. I'm not sure if that makes it any better, but it's certainly a detail we need to know. And this only confirms what I said earlier, about how you just know that someone, somewhere, has tried to fuck a polar bear.
Ah Jeez... I told this story on the RMMB, but one of my buddy's father was friends with a prominent businessman in our small town. When they were teenagers they were deer hunting together and my buddy's father heard a shot. so he hiked over in that direction and caught the dude fucking the dying quivers out of the doe he'd just shot.
Y'all, someone knit a little saddle for this tiny Captain America to ride this inflatable dinosaur. Note the plastic butter knife that is his lance sticking out from the opposite side. There's also a stitch marker that says "fuck" where the yarn crosses in the front. I'll be sad to go home tomorrow. Knitters are fun people.
Just hit 12 hours on the pit. Now all I gotta do is crank the heat up to get the brisket to the right internal temp and it'll be finished. Damn rainstorm in the middle of it. Inch of rain according to the gauge. Had to hold umbrellas over the pit for an hour to keep it at temp (it held at 225). My arms are fucking tired as hell. It put me back about a half hour, but it'll be fine.
Can confirm, baby deer is fucking delicious. Had it once over twenty years ago and I can still remember how savory and tender it was.
I spent today paying homage to my favorite spirit in bourbon country. I visited Makers Mark to graduate from the Ambassador program. My family came. I think they were more proud of me today than they were when I graduated from college. Dad had a tear in his eye. I'm now the proud owner of 4 custom ambassador bottles with my name on them. I hand dipped them and sealed them. I feel so accomplished. What an amazing family moment.