It’s not too hot to grill here, but the kids don’t like grilled food and my wife’s off on a camping trip. There’s still a steak with my name on it, though.
So… Happy Juneteenth! Go have a beer, and curse all slavers.
It’s not too hot to grill here, but the kids don’t like grilled food and my wife’s off on a camping trip. There’s still a steak with my name on it, though.
So… Happy Juneteenth! Go have a beer, and curse all slavers.
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Your kids don’t like Grilled….
I don’t understand this series of words.
I can embrace a day where “curse all slavers” is an appropriate greeting.
Making “gyros”.
Mew
I will have to remember it for next year.