Come over lets get drunk and cook some gourmet shit

Come over lets get drunk and cook some gourmet shit

on my way ;)

In the 850 fixing to fire up the smoker and put beef ribs, a whole chicken, and sweet potatoes on that bitch.

Truss the chicken. When I started doing that with my smoked chicken they come out a lot more moist. No chance of drying out.

too hard, im not confident enough to tie the string

Sarasota here...bring it on.

Don't talk to me about food.

>LAST MONEY
>FAITH AND BEGORRAH
>ENOUGH MONEY FOR ONE SPUD
>BEJAYSUS
>TIS A DESPERATE SHTATE OF AFFAIRS ALTOGETHER, SAYS I
>BUY SPUD FROM MUIRIS O'FLAHERTY'S SHOP, THE NUMBER ONE SOURCE FOR VEGETABLES, BALING TWINE AND STATUES OF THE INFANT JESUS OF PRAGUE
>GO HOME, LIE IN WAIT IN BLACKTHORN BUSH
>HERE COMES CLIVE EVERIDGE-HOLMESLEY, THE 12TH GENERATION DESCENDANT OF THE BARON THORNEYCROFT EVERIDGE-HOLMESLEY, THE SON OF A PIECE OF SHITE THAT HURLED MY FAMILY NAKED OUT OF THEIR COTTAGES AND HAD THEM HORSEWHIPPED FOR LATE PAYMENT OF RENT UNTIL ONE OF MY ANCESTOR'S TITS WENT PURPLE AND HAD TO BE CUT OFF
>OH YOU BARBARIC BRIT, I HAVE YOU NOW
>*RIGHT AS HE'S PASSING*
>I HURL THE SPUD AS FUCKING HARD AS I CAN
>"THIS SPUD WAS THROWN BY ERIN AND ALL HER DAUGHTERS. THESE RIVERS ARE TEARS FOR ALL THE BLESSED SONS OF IRISH SOIL"
>THE SPUD GLANCES OFF HIS SHOULDER AND HE LAUGHS.
>"PADDY. HOW ARE YOU? HAVING A BIT OF FUN I SEE. WELL I'LL BE ON MY WAY OLD CHAP"
>I PANIC AND PERFORM A CURTSEY. "YES INDEED SIR, FINE DAY FOR IT SIR"
>I GO HOME AND WEEP TEARS INTO MY BED OF STRAW, I AM HUNGRY, HUMILIATED AND AS I ROLL TO THE FLOOR I SEE A SOLITARY MOUSE PEEPING AT ME FROM WITHIN A HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF MY THATCHED-COTTAGE WALL.
>I FEEBLY SAY 'BRITS OUT' TO HIM AND HE SCURRIES AWAY

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same

>can't tie string

My bad. I forgot you were from GA for a second.