If I were a man possessed of great modesty, I’d say that the dinner I just cooked and ate was not bad. However, since I’ve never even understood modesty, let alone possessed it, I’ll say that I FUCKIN’ KICKED CULINARY ASS!
We’re talkin’ rub the pot roast all over your chest terrific chow, baby!
Grace and I will now lapse into food induced comas, with a short period of activity later when Pie Time rolls around.
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