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Which initially seemed like a terrific idea to the local cavemen, but after 17 courses of oil-soaked delight, it somehow lost its luster. But JBSH soldiered on, intent on slapping those slabs of flesh onto the range, which ALSO features an indoor grill.
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Sick, man.
JBSH gobbled up the steaky goodness, stalked by a faithful, four-legged shadow. To the persistent go the spoils: JLB consented to hold the sweet sweet treasure so that J could devour it without digestive peril.
The rest? Was a blur.
Dainty at first ...
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then focused.
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Then ... rabid behind the eyes.
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Tongue.
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Teeth.
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His jaw may have genuinely unhinged, there.
I'm happy to report that JLB's fingers survived this exercise. I fear J is planning to evacuate the Woodside for greener pastures on the Bonita. If he ever emerges from the cow coma.
2 comments:
at: 6:36 PM said...
Hi Dakers. Love ya, buddy.
at: 7:57 PM said...
Love you, too.
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