Hunky Hump Day Bar-b-quing Hotties in a Hurry… okay, let’s do this!
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Hunky Hump Day Bar-b-quing Hotties in a Hurry… okay, let’s do this!
December 9, 2015
Categories: Rub meat, whiskey, Your mom likes this . . Author: Cyn, Widgets Fixerer
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March 3, 2021
Our government is a giant shitball of incompetents, liars and fascist pricks.
Damn I’m good.
Supersonic Fagatronic!
No bacon cooking in underwear?
It’s raining men.
Hallelujah
We got the PBC based on Meathead’s review. We don’t do anything fancy, so far just ribs, Boston Butt, brisket, and burgers and chicken breast on the residual heat after the ribs come off. It’s best feature is the lack of babying, set it and forget it.
Jay?
Jay!
Mine cooks in the oven, so I’m usually naked.
What?
I looked at the review, but I really bought it because pepe sold it as being really easy. I didn’t really believe the review, but pepe confirmed it.
Plus one foot of my side firebox smoker rusted off. Still have to fix that. I might not bother.
A blonde driving a car became lost in a snowstorm…. She didn’t panic however, because she remembered what her dad had once told her. “If you ever get stuck in a snowstorm, just wait for a snow plow to come by and follow it.” Sure enough, pretty soon a snow plow came by, and she started to follow it. She followed the plow for about forty-five minutes. Finally the driver of the truck got out and asked her what she was doing. And she explained that her dad had told her if she ever got stuck in a snow storm, to follow a plow. The driver nodded and said, “Well, I’m done with the Wal-Mart parking lot, do you want to follow me over to Best Buy now?”
It is easy, right J’Ames?
Not as easy as your mom, but still………….
I like Larry’s breakdown. I don’t share his optimism, though.
http://monsterhunternation.com/2015/08/11/my-election-predictions/
Oops, that’s the original. Here is his facedouche post:
That’s a lot of reading right there – not sure my lips will hold out for the whole thing.
Will someone please rid us of that fossil from AZ?
Cyn, you’re closest. Get busy.
*leaves low hanging fruit alone
*for now
Start with the blond joke above it, Cyn.
Gotta warm up.
…not sure my lips will hold out for the whole thing.
**thud**
Egad, just look at their expressions
http://tinyurl.com/zxc3bl4
I’ve got 2 racks of ribs and three whole chickens in there.
Chicken boobs and sausage up next.
Food for a week in one afternoon.
It’s amazing how much it holds, isn’t it?
Much like your mom.
For Leon
http://www.artofmanliness.com/2014/12/08/baby-exercise-equipment/
again!
To a gal, the rifle barrels are pointed straight into the braincase!
people were much tougher back then, I suppose.
could take a shot.
Speaking of shots…
Cyn isn’t it sick you can’t say anything that could be construed as sexual without these perverts making comments?
Also, that sausage you were asking about in your email is called Casing Buster and is sold in 6-8 inch lengths.
Also, that sausage you were asking about in your email is called Casing Buster and is sold in 6-8 inch lengths.
But it claims to be 10 inches.
Mom Buster
I think “The Mom Busters” was a movie I saw once. It might have been WWII themed. It was late night, and my internet connection was sketchy.
So, Mare and Cyn email one another about sausage?
Fucking perverts, indeed.
DON’T YOU JUDGE US AND OUR LOVE FOR SAUSAGE!!1!
Cause we love us some sausage…. and Sausage!
SAUSAGE!!!!!!!
I hear jealousy in some remarks.
I am jealous of the 6-8 inch sausage. They probably don’t have to buy custom pants like I do. Do you know how expensive it is to add more room to the crotch?
About 0300 the wind sounded like a C-17 was on the roof. The UPS alarms were screaming. so we got up and shut off everything. By the time we finished, the power was out for good and the sky was lit by the fire of exploding transformers and lines shorting from fallen trees.
I went out for a smoke and to watch the fireworks.
By the time I was done with the smoke, it was dead calm.
We, and 45,000 of our closest friends, are still w/out power.
I finally fired-up the generator to run the well some, save the stuff in the fridge, and take the chill off the house.
FML…
Scott is having so much fun fiddling with his new toy. We’re both pretty excited to have this thing. We ran to the store for meat right after I got home from my exams, ha ha ha.
Whoever our Secret Santa is that wants to remain hidden: Thank you. It has been so much fun to have something drop out of the blue like this. We are tickled pink.
Every once in a while, we forget that we know some truly wonderful people. We are damn lucky and we know it.
Wow, Crispy, that sounds really pretty.
Scott and Laura will not be commenting for the rest of the week, due to Meat Coma.
Someone go throw a rib bone at leon, Mr. Fallout 4.
It was quite a show.
Real fuckin’ quiet once it was over.
RF dark. too…
Some of today’s “models” are teh ghey. Okay, almost all of them are then.
MOOOOMMMM!! Clintbird is oogling the sausages again!!!
For xbradtc (and anyone else interested in military small arms) check out weaponsman.com. Retired SF’r with a engineering degree, who is also building a experimental aircraft. (its kinda like brads site but different)
TerTroy, I’ve been reading him off and on (and stealing post ideas from him) for years.
I haven’t played a single minute of Fallout in over a week. Too much other stuff going on and they keep expecting me to be at this job thing.
I’ll, uh, take some ribs though.
cyn – your last guy that laid his flayed epididymides and uncut snausage on the grill is odd – just saying
non-judgemental
love ya
yada
yada
I thought that apron was pretty twisted too, but so are You People™.
😉
had another random thought re: crazy ppl and jihadi muzzies:
remember Quint:
“The thing about a muzzie, it’s got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When it comes at you it doesn’t seem to be livin’… until it bites you, and those black eyes roll over white.”
http://tinyurl.com/jdlwf9o
I just found the place a few months ago Xbrad. So as usual I’m late to the party…. but whatever, cause by then the chicks are all intoxicated and its easier to take rejection from a drunk chick , …..
Terribletroy seems to be a natural addition to this band of miscreants.
Oh boy. What a day.
What’s for dinner?
Hey little fella, sit down and tell big momma what happened.
*and by “big momma” I mean a normal size 8 female with normal attributes and white to medium toned skin.
*blows rape whistle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had to go to a party. I hate parties with cow orkers.
So fake.
What’s for dinner?
Pan-fried grassfed ribeye with Montreal Steak seasoning.
Me and the rest of the former DoD contractors bailed on the big party room and just ate in the new girl’s cube.
MJ tell us some of your fakier comments to cow workers.
“Don’t blow it until it’s actually happening.”
Soup. Stoopid soup is for dinner. Canned soup. I H8 soup.
Oso, you should demand grilled cheese with the crusts cut off.
Meh, it wasn’t anything worth while. Just lots of really rich people complaining about really rich people problems.
I get why Romney lost.
It’s not delivery, it’s Digiorno!
and just ate in the new girl’s cube.
Euphamism?
Got my gun permit yesterday, then went over to the local gun shop to get a small 9mm for home protection.
When I was ready to pay by credit card for the gun and bullets, the cashier said, “Strip down, facing me.”
Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did as she had instructed.
When the hysterical shrieking and alarms subsided, I found out she was referring to how I should place my credit card in the card reader.
I’ve been asked to shop elsewhere in the future.
It hurts to swallow. SYWM
No. “New girl” in this case is my hot former coworker who is once again my coworker. This is the third time we’ve worked for the same company.
Meh, it wasn’t anything worth while. Just lots of really rich people complaining about really rich people problems.
So “party at work” really meant “Working at a party”? I didn’t know that rich people hired midgets for entertainment. Did they throw you against a Velcro wall, or just put you on a skateboard and try to knock over bowling pins?
I have a shitton of rich friends and they are the most down to earth, generous, fun loving people. And by rich I mean a range from “can do whatever they want” to “influence outcomes.”
I still don’t get why Romney lost when compared to Obama.
No. “New girl” in this case is my hot former coworker who is once again my coworker. This is the third time we’ve worked for the same company.
Dan?
No, I’m aware when women flirt with me.
She generally doesn’t. Happily married and all that, though when she drinks she sometimes fishes for flattery.
And by rich I mean a range from “can do whatever they want” to “influence outcomes.”
how YOU doin’?!
3rd time.??…well then you should prolly just go ahead and sleep with her……its like destiny and shit, ordained by the cosmos. There you were minding your own business and the gods keep waving her at you.
Don’t anger the gods.
No boning cow workers.
It’s in the Employee Handbook.
“New girl” sounds like a stalker.
Right when I left work and was crossing the garage to my truck a gabby scrub tech said “Hi!” and I knew I was a goner. She talked my ear off for 15 minutes as I kept giving non-verbal signals such as prolonged yawning, closing my eyes for an extended period of time and moving crab-like toward my vehicle.
Nevermind, hotspur doesn’t seem to think that’s good idea.
Hotspur has experience…
3rd time.??…well then you should prolly just go ahead and sleep with her……its like destiny and shit, ordained by the cosmos. There you were minding your own business and the gods keep waving her at you.
Don’t anger the gods.
Only one God, and He frowns on adultery. Also she hasn’t really put it out there, so the Devil hasn’t talked her into it yet either. I want to believe I have the strength of character to turn her down, but fortunately that’s not yet been tested.
No boning cow workers.
I’ll likely be gone not long after the turn of the year, so, you know, that’s not a factor I’d be considering.
“New girl” sounds like a stalker.
Nah. Same skillset, same geographic location, same interest in occasional drinks after work with other cool cowerkers.
For a second, I thought Leon wrote co-twerkers.
http://is.gd/gNonBB
If “New Girl” wears shoes like that, the Devil is speaking to her.
Hmmm, no PBC report form Scott.
We’re not gonna hear from Scott or Laura for at least a week.
Meat Coma
Just finished. 3 whole chickens, two racks of ribs, 4 giant chicken boobs, and a pile of chicken sausage.
Everything is really good and ribs are going to be a thing around here.
If “New Girl” wears shoes like that, the Devil is speaking to her.
Not at this time of year. It’s unseasonably warm but it’s still December.
Just finished. 3 whole chickens, two racks of ribs, 4 giant chicken boobs, and a pile of chicken sausage.
Anybody else read this to the tune of “12 Days of Christmas”?
On the fifth day of PBCmas my Secret Santa gave to me…
5 pork bellieeeeees!
Heh. I’m singing it right now!
BTW Dan just killed a Black Widow that was casually strolling along the livingroom carpet. I will never sleep again.
Thank you, Cyn, sorry I was slack.
Did it look like ScarJo?
Because Dan would do that, the monster.
It had swagger. Like it owned the place.
One of us, one of us…….
Did anybody forget whether it was Ketamine or LSD that they dosed anybody else’s coffee with today?
I only dose coffee with LSD. And I don’t give that stuff away.
*checks ‘shroom farmin’ stumps*
Soon…
“Did anybody forget whether it was Ketamine or LSD that they dosed anybody else’s coffee with today?”
you lookin’ for Mare or just being trippy?
http://tinyurl.com/o5nec8f
I missed work. I never miss work. If I didn’t have a fever, I would’ve gone. Missed the drama. Dan says my boss went to lunch with a cashier. His GF also works at the Club. She was coming in to work when my boss and the cashier came back from lunch. Shit got real. Cashier is a gringa. GF is a tatted Latina. They all get pulled into the HR office with management. Cashier is afraid of Latina. Said some rayciss things. My boss is worried he’ll lose his job. $20.
There are no tatted Latinas at my place of bidness, so the office scuttlebutt is less colorful. Example:
I am told that I should worry about layoffs when I see the maintenance guys painting walls. It means that big maintenance is on hold and F*rd is keeping people busy with cheap tasks until they can do layoffs that comply with the union rules.
Heh. Our maintenance team paints to avoid bathroom cleaning.
Leon, why don’t you just check your kitchen spice shakers for tiny mushrooms? They’re undoubtedly loaded with fungi.
The Santa Fe Club has had actual chick fights in the parking lot. After working at Target for so long, it is weird to see HR that doesn’t go nuclear on this stuff.
Boss explained the other day that the numbers are either 50 people who need to be cut, or just 4. The question is whether or not they’ll cut a couple of sections of the contract, or keep them and spread the pain throughout the rest of the program.
On the other hand, apparently another site lead has a couple of shitbags he wants to get rid of, and if he does I’d have an opening at his location.
Oso works upscale retail. The Latinas claw each other’s eyes out with bedazzled nails.
Leon, why don’t you just check your kitchen spice shakers for tiny mushrooms? They’re undoubtedly loaded with fungi.
I don’t shake spices over warm food anymore and try to ditch spices older than a few months these days.
Plus those aren’t the fun shrooms. They just give you diseases.
What diseases?
The Clap.
This is pretty strange. I was just outside, looking around. There is not a light to be seen in any direction, for a mile or two. Just our little island of light in miles of darkness. The gas-log and fans are on, this new laptop, our WiFi, and the fridge.
We’re out if the middle of nowhere and not near anything like a city or town. CoAlex has been here for dinner and can testify that it is “The Sticks”.
Anita is practicing on her Viola(Thanks, Wiserbud!), and we are doing pretty well. It would seem that nobody else has a generator and GenTran panel.
How very strange…
The neighbors will probably note that we are doing OK, while they, and their children, are miserable due to their lack of planning and preparation.
They will probably burn us out tonight while we are sleeping.
The ‘Estimated Time of Restoral’ for here was 1800.
They are late.
I’m dreading shutting the generator down if they don’t get it fixed.
Oh well.
Life’s a bitch and then you die…
CoAl that is so true!!! All the people bitch about not being able to afford WDW vacations but they all have $75 nails and $250 tats.
ChrisP I remember how weird the skies were after 9/11. No planes. Must be weird to see no lights.
Mostly low-grade inflammation type stuff, as I’ve heard it, though you can get a nasty candida infection if you’re really unlucky. To use the busy doughnut shop analogy, taking in too many mycotoxins is like having crowds of aggressive shoppers that all want a fresh doughnut. None are especially bad, but if they hit a critical mass they might become looters and wreck the place.
Yeah, I meant to do that.
♫ ♪ Aaand a pile of chi-icken saus-aaaaage ♪ ♫
CoAl that is so true!!! All the people bitch about not being able to afford WDW vacations but they all have $75 nails and $250 tats.
Also, not showing up for work and getting fired tends to interfere with your ability to afford a WDW vacation.
The only place where gun violence is up is gun free zones.
Low-grade inflammation still stinks, and probably leads to bigger problems. Noted.
*pinches Cyn to help her with the high note*
Just watched Scrooged, still one of my favs.
I love Scrooged. And the Muppet Christmas Carol. And pretty much any Christmas Carol adaptation.
Carol Kane kicking his ass, and Buster Poindexter as the cabbie. Classic.
Lots of things lead to inflammation, though, it’s pretty much the first thing your body tries when stressed. The low fever after exercise is a form of it, so is sweating when you eat hot peppers. It’s fine now and then, it’s the chronic inflammation that slowly kills you.
My reaction to gluten seems to be low-grade inflammation, which is why dropping it entirely from my diet made my chronic nasal congestion go away. After years of not eating it regularly, I find I can get away with a brownie or even a pile of regular pizza now and then, but I’m gassy and sniffly the next day or two. I don’t want to feel like that all the time, so I continue to make it a point to avoid the stuff AMAP, but it’s nice to be able to just accept that it’s going to hurt a little and eat whatever my mom wants to make when we visit.
Am I the only person who thought young Carol Kane was sort of hot?
CoAl, most of my cow-orkers are casino addicts. Same as Target. They leave work and go straight to the casino. We have at least 6 within 70 miles. Woman I worked with at Target won a 70,000 payout at a slot machine. Earlier this year, she was taken out of Target in handcuffs. She worked in the cash office. Gambling is bad, unless it’s bingo at the church hall/s
You and my dad, Leon.
This role made me think she’d be fun to be around. I was too young to know what I wanted to do with her when I saw the movie, but I knew it was sumpin’.
Nope leon.
She’s apparently an old lefty twat now. Not a surprise, but still a disappointment. Oh well.
At least there’s still Stacey Dash, who gives me faith in a good and loving God.
Stacey is probably playing it up for the publicity. But it’s nice to see one for our side.
I feel really dumb, but can someone explain the header pic to me? Ricardo Montalban in a Christmas wreath, as Khan? Hewwo? whut
Leon, it’s the voice. I want to hear that voice moaning and swearing.
Stacey is probably playing it up for the publicity. But it’s nice to see one for our side.
I don’t doubt it, but she’s easy on the eyes and she could have had more money going the other way if it were pure pander.
Wreath of Khan. Wrath of Khan
Oso got it.
Trekker nerds love that movie.
I saw it about 25 times. Now it’s on Blu ray.
Probably right, Alex. I have been aurally fixated on other women and didn’t realize it was what attracted me until much later. Pretty sure I dumped at least one girl because she didn’t sound right. Well, not just that, but that was part of it.
And I was completely hung up on a friend of my ex-wife because she had this amazing voice that made my brain think that if butterscotch were a woman that was how she’d talk.
Blerg. Sitting in the cold. Waiting for a ride. 😝
Who’s coming to get you?
I don’t have nails or tats. Just saying. I’ve never gotten my nails done.
Oso, one of the reasons that I’m all for localities banning drugs, gambling, strip joints, etc. “Let them destroy themselves” is nice in theory, but in practice they’ll cause trouble for everyone else.
Car in should get a spray tan, hair extensions, and outrageously long nails with cheap sequins on them.
Thanks, Oso! Sheesh. I need to get to bed. G’nigh
Son just got here. I was getting cold.
Yeah, CoAl self-cleaning oven is pretty messed up. Leon, due to allergies, I always had a “Sexy voice”. As a kid. Friends from middle school always mention my distinctive voice. High desert eliminated the smoker’s voice except for a few months out of the year. Unless I travel to tropical areas. Voice comes back.
I’m so sick of this car situation.
G’night to Lauraw!
I agree, Alex. In terms of public health and financial stability, those are analogous to noise pollution, and local governments have every right to exclude them. Detroit, of course, decided to have its own casino bidness because they were tired of people blowing away their life savings in Canadia instead of on our side of the Ambassador Bridge. It has not achieved much beyond enriching a few local scoundrels and creating a semi-thriving business in counseling for debt and gambling addiction.
I don’t think I have enough hair to attach extensions
If IB ever competed in agility.
http://is.gd/oVED6F
BED
TIME
Scott ❤️❤️❤️
I’ve watched that video about 10 times. It’s still funny.
Where the hell is Mare?
We should have a meat up disguised as a BBQ competition. Like a chili cook off, but no beans.
BTW My mom’s BF has lung cancer. Doesn’t look good. I refuse to be the good kid this time. My bro and/or sis need to step up.
Could be worse, Oso:
http://abc13.com/news/nc-teen-falls-into-wood-chipper-dies-during-first-day-of-work/1115533/
We all know it will probably fall on me, but right now I’m being disco diva strong.
Saw that XB.
I forgot to instruct an employee on proper blade usage at Target. She sliced her hand open. I didn’t realize I had to specifically say to cut away from self. I bet chipper team forgot to tell Darwin Candidate not to clear obstructions with appendages.
I’m on a cough drop high.
Dan is making me drink water no matter how much it hurts to swallow. Blah blah blah dehydration. No morphine drip for OSO.
After 2100. The power restoration has been pushed back to 2300. gonna shut the generator down and sack out.
Rural living.
NYTOL…
I’ll be sleeping sitting up again. No choke on cough drops. No drowning on phlegm manufacturing.
“We should have a meat up disguised as a BBQ competition. Like a chili cook off, but no beans.”
Genius!
They dan lit beans in, if’n they wanna lose.
Whoops
“They can put beans in, if’n they wanna lose.”
ChrisP I remember how weird the skies were after 9/11. No planes.
My dad and I saw Air Force One flying to Washington on 9/11. We were outside in PA in the late afternoon. Only plane in the sky all day so we figured it had to be it. Anyway, Dad spotted it and we watched it fly toward D.C.
Oh, now I wonder — Shanksville is only about 15 miles from us — I wonder if they were flying a route so Bush could see it from above?
Thats cool, Lips.
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin’ – going upstate’s my destination
Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us
Derp as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough