It’s a Patrón thing. I’d be having more fun than anyone else if I were hammered right now.

I wish I could go back in time to warn myself not to read this. The memory of receiving those (and other awful shit) is indelibly marked in my brain.

I knew beggin’ strips were way before, but I remember a brief period where there were bacon mints, bacon soap, bacon soda, bacon candy, bacon tattoos…bacon everything. I want to say it wasn’t long after a whole bunch of folks were getting those mustache tattoos on their fingers but I’m getting older and my perception of time is warped.

Never attribute to malice what can be explained by plain old dumbfuckery. These podunk inbreds may do it for kicks (some of them are definitely malicious enough), but I think it’s pretty likely that they got someone named Cooter to do the final installation.

This information is brought to you by a drunk that looks like he could be named Cooter. Or possibly Cletus.

Was that around the time when they had bacon flavored everything and motherfuckers were getting bacon tattoos?

And events. I use it to follow a bunch of places that have musical events or drinking contests. But I don’t have a single friend, and I only check it once a week or so to see what’s coming up.

Fred Rogers was a great Christian.

It’s just Shatner, isn’t it? Except even he doesn’t really speak it even though he was in a movie that was entirely Esperanto.

I will be the first to tell you that nothing I’ve ever put out could be considered useful or beneficial. Generally it’s just vaguely funny but also kind of sad. At its best it’s entertaining on the right combination of drugs.

That was my exact thought. Discount sound production gear is my jam but damn, anything I created with it would be forever stained.

I took a getaway vacation with a woman I had been dating for 3 months. We got back and haven’t corresponded since then. That was a few years ago.

Leela: We’ve petitioned the governor. But he doesn’t want to appear soft on people who’ve been falsely imprisoned.

She’s got a golden ticket, she gave a golden shower to his face.

Hey, not everything with bright colors and bold claims is bad! I wear bright colors because I wore black or grey tshirts for years and now I’m overcompensating. I also have many bold claims about how certain food should be cooked. I’m also pretty terrible…

You know what? Never mind.

Edit: Fixed a typo

Hold my Rufus, I’m going in.

Arthur, naked apologia for feudalism 2/10 would not endorse.

I prefer the view of the peasants in Monty Python. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

Charro beans? They were around, but when we had pinto beans my granny always refried them.

You must be from out east. Y’all have some tasty pork out that way! I’ve lived all over, and a buddy of mine who is also into cooking outdoors has also lived everywhere (partly military, partly just wanting a change of scenery). We brought back recipes and techniques from all over the US plus Kenya and Korea and have shared that with each other so that we can both enjoy the best from everywhere and mix and match whatever we want.

I love both the variation and the similarities that tie it all together. I also love the comradery that seems to be a part of all the barbecue cultures. It’s not just cooking. It’s an event where friends, family, neighbors, and communities can get together.

Bubba, you ain’t alone in both that particular hate and that particular respect.

I don’t really eat them (texture issues), but they were everywhere when we’d cook outdoors. Grilling or barbecuing.

Usually the menu was brisket (burgers or steaks if we were grilling), sausages, greens, tater salad, mac and cheese, and beans. Sometimes we’d have chicken or ribs because I grew up kind of between the Central Texas and East Texas barbecuing traditions. But there was always at least one bean side unless someone decided to do black eyed peas instead. And more often than not it was refried beans because my granny always had a mess of pinto beans running around.

Texan here. There’s always either baked beans, black beans, or refried beans at the cookout depending on who is around.

A lot of TexMex and Mexican food is accompanied by rice and refried beans.

Cajun food is big on red beans and rice.