Is this like Dairy Queen's looser cousin who wears too much make-up and rides in fast cars with questionable boys?

Clearly it's Dairy Queen's nephew who's a travestite crank addict living in Brooklyn and listening to too much Gloria Estefan.

How do you handle your fork and knife?

Without olives.

Some of the best BBQ I ever had was in Vermont:

[link]

Before going back home, I had to find Curtis. I heard from someone that there was an old dude around Putney named Curtis who sells ribs out of a blue school bus. I had to find out for myself. I drove though downtown, not really knowing what to look for. A blue school bus of course, but where would it be? By the side of the road? Constantly on the move? Eventually, I saw enough smoke rising up into the sky to make me think a small building must be on fire. I drove a bit closer and found Curtis’s BBQ: “The 9th Wonder of the World.” I figure there are at least a thousand places in the country claiming that same title, which dilutes the strength of Curtis’s shameless statement. 9th Wonder, my ass.

Pulling into the parking lot up in front of his blue school bus, which is stationary, I see Curtis off to the right cooking in what can only be described as a pigpen. The only pigs in it are roasting away over tin trashcans converted into grills. From the looks of it, he’s currently cooking the ribs from three giant pigs and 20 whole chickens, cut in half. Oh yeah, time to get my food on.

I order some ribs, a Curtis Birch Beer and took it over to a picnic table. The ribs are the best I’ve ever had in my life. Slathered in tangy sauce with the meat falling-off-the-bone tender. These were magic ribs and I am a believer that Curtis’s BBQ truly is the 9th Wonder of the World.

For picture: [link]

Without olives.

Sure. Because it's hard to cut stuff with olives stuck on the ends of your fingers. They tend to get smushed.

Sure. Because it's hard to cut stuff with olives stuck on the ends of your fingers. They tend to get smushed.

And everything gets all salty.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. barbecue-sauce-loving FREAK

oh guys, don't have the utensil talk, ita will be so disappointed to miss it.

oh guys, don't have the utensil talk, ita will be so disappointed to miss it.

THE untensil talk?

When a knife and a fork love each other very much....

hee, Frank.

I was reading the rest of that site I linked to earlier and it amuses me.

Oh dear lord--

More dental editing

The prototypical human bitemark is a circular or oval (doughnut) (ringshape) patterned injury cosisting of two opposite (facing) symmetrical, U-shaped arches separated at their bases by open spaces.

Aaargh.

now my cat is in my foyer. He has traumitized downstairs neighbors cats. I am not coming home until 7 pm.