Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy...too many mind. No mind.
That kid doesn't look old enough to carry a gun.
That's supposed to be some kind of tactical misdirection or camouflage, I think.
Not having to deal with stubble takes about five hundredths off your splits, I hear.
I read his review, but Google Ads put an advertisement for Phillip's Colon Health at the end of it.
Damn, you know that's a tough job...
If it tastes like meat, how can one be sure it is actually "fast food"? I almost died of shock last week when I bit into a Burger King burger, and it actually reminded me of real beef. I guess there was a mistake at the factory, and they backed off on the Chinese wheat gluten and reconstituted fish parts for a couple patties.I have a question for Caleb, because a burger meister must also be a grill-master:Reprocessed prehistoric farts or Charcoal?
Wood pellets, actually. I grill with a Traeger.
Ha! Now that's a real burger meister.
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