Yeah right.
I've sold my house and I'm in the process of getting another; meanwhile I'm holed up in a hotel. Lo and behold, there's a Weber clone kettle on the property, and a full grocery store in the shopping center next door. When cleaning out my garage I Ieft a bag of apple chunks in the car.
Country style ribs. Garlic salt and black pepper. Foil.
So I go out to the grill, and some guys are digging at the end of the building.
"What are you guys doing?"
"We're replacing the gas connection."
"Oh. Well, I'm going to smoke some ribs."
"Wanna do it somewhere else?"
OK so I set up my own little campsite under the trees out by the dumpster. Thin Blue Smoke blows through rush hour traffic.
A hotel employee brings something out to the dumpster and says, "Oh the guests in room __ were wondering what happened to their grill."
I thought the grill belonged to the hotel. Well, the bitters come out better on a stolen guitar. The ribs did turn out well.
I've sold my house and I'm in the process of getting another; meanwhile I'm holed up in a hotel. Lo and behold, there's a Weber clone kettle on the property, and a full grocery store in the shopping center next door. When cleaning out my garage I Ieft a bag of apple chunks in the car.
Country style ribs. Garlic salt and black pepper. Foil.
So I go out to the grill, and some guys are digging at the end of the building.
"What are you guys doing?"
"We're replacing the gas connection."
"Oh. Well, I'm going to smoke some ribs."
"Wanna do it somewhere else?"
OK so I set up my own little campsite under the trees out by the dumpster. Thin Blue Smoke blows through rush hour traffic.
A hotel employee brings something out to the dumpster and says, "Oh the guests in room __ were wondering what happened to their grill."
I thought the grill belonged to the hotel. Well, the bitters come out better on a stolen guitar. The ribs did turn out well.
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