I’m a Joker, I’m a Smoker, I’m a Midnight Toker...

...I sure don’t want to hurt no one.

Well except for the 12 pounds of ribs and the 4 pound pork roast I slow-cooked in the smoker for 6 hours yesterday. Yeah it’s a good size smoker. Heck a kid or two could smoke in it.

No not this kind of smoking.

This kind of smoking.

The Hunter has become the hunted

We cooked so much because we were expecting to have company over for dinner. But we couldn’t find anyone to play with. You’d think 11 kids fighting and yelling over the dinner table would be a big draw. We have cowards for friends.

I would have invited the Donk but everyone knows pigs and donkeys are distant cousins so it would have been like cannibalism. Plus it’s hard to eat ribs with hooves. And he's probably in his basement listening to his Queen 8-tracks and looking at his Freddy Mercury posters.

I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Stevie Miller

Well Scratch Me Behind the Ears and Call Me Sparky

It's a new grill.

My honey (Sam not the UPS Man) got me a new grill for our Anniversary the other day.

My old gas grill bit the dust over the winter. It was a bigger fire hazard than a government housing project. I decided to switch to charcoal. I have enough gas already, just ask my wife. Plus I was thinking that switching from gas to charcoal would give me some more man-points. I mean the baby is 9 months old and Sam is not pregnant yet. She hasn’t actually said anything yet, but I know that secretly she is questioning my manhood. Darn tight spandex bike shorts.

It’s the mother of all grills. Many a critter will meet their demise on it this summer.

The Beverly Hillbillies got nothing on us

Now That's a Fire! Roll Cecilia around, she be alright.

Get off my grill little girl

No actual animals were hurt in the production of this post