Tonight was my 50th subsequent barbeque (at at least 1x per day).
When people ask me about this, one thing that comes up often, is how far I intend to go. What my 'goal' is.
To be honest, I have no idea. For whatever reason, I just want to keep going until I can't. Until it's circumstantially impossible or I just decide to call it a day. I can't recall exactly why it began, or why I have kept it up, and when I got to a certain point, it made sense to think about how strangely fun it would be to do something like this for as long as possible.
But what I do know is, barbeques are mean.
We put on quite a spread, and everyone had a delicious time. There was fire, corn(s) and faux nakedness to boot.
Beef and Chilli Kebabs.
Garlic Bread.
Mountain Pepper Sausages.
Connan's mystery sausages.
Tomato.
Mushrooms with chopped Jalapeno and Cheese (of the regular variety. Quite a revelation).
Corn(s).
Beer(s).
Party on, Wayne.
Do you mean Mountain Pepper, like Mountain Oyster? - Wilson Cumberland
I bet ground down pubic hair is quite a spice - Chalk Jones
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