Jose Cuervo is a Friend of Mine
Jose Cuervo is a very good friend of mine and I like to drink it with a little salt and lime. So did I kiss all the women and shoot out the lights? I don’t know cause they won’t tell me. All I knew was, they said the BBQ was great. All my rowdy friends came over last night. We had a pig in the smoker and beer in the cooler on ice. Real nice.....
We got rowdy all right and had what we call down here in the land of sun and alligators. A good "Ole BBQ". Just like they do anywhere else. But just a tad better cause after all this is Paradise. What a bash it was. It was written up in the local papers the next day. I think I even remember the sheriff being there eating pig. Yeah, he sure was and took advantage of the fact. They tell me he "et" like he had spent time in his own jail. The only thing you get there is peanut butter sandwiches. Hold the pickles please. I guess he thought we needed protection from ourselves. Why, I ask would he think that? The mullet smoking’ gang was there and so were the guys from the bayou. Plenty of smoked ribs along with all the trimmings. No sides please. Just the bbq will be fine is my philosophy. Why would you want anything else before you can finish the pig. Nothing like the smile that was created by placing that meaty rack of baby backs ribs on a dish of Florida china. Which. for you who don’t know, is a paper plate. Gees, why use a dish you got to wash That takes all the fun out of a BBQ.
Washing dishes at a BBQ is work. That is something we men don’t cotton to. Heck, why interrupt a good time. We are on forced work stoppage down here in paradise. Trouble is that we are starting to like it. I just like to smoke and eat now and throw away the paper plates. There will come a time when I won't even want to throw the plates in the trash. When I do I will dream of you. While I eat my smoked pulled pork and crab cakes, if I can get ‘em. If not, then I’ll eat more BBQ. I just love creative solutions to real pressing problems. Like who is going to clean up this mess. Instant solution … not me.
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