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will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick, not wounded... dead.
Both of mine came with names... Large and Mini. Neither has a sex. They are grills.
Smokin'Stogies in Exton, Pa with my wife and our four dogs; Sully and Boo the Newfoundlands, Murphy the Irish Setter and Alli the Beagle/Lab mix.
Our egg, which art in sizes, hallowed be thy smoke, thy will be grilled, at home as it is at eggfest. Give us this clay our daily brisket and forgive us our rubs, as we forgive those who gas grill against us, and lead us not to flashback but deliver us from overnighters. For thine is the grill, the smoke, the egg. Let's eat!
I'm only hungry when I'm awake!
Okeechobee FL. Winter
West Jefferson NC Summer