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Just got back from a week at Cape San Blas (Port St. Joe, Apalachicola, FL area) where I discovered this sauce. It truly is great on oysters. I preferred the XX Hot version for a little more heat.

Last batch of spare ribs I smoked, I drizzled Mike's hot honey on 'em when I went to the wrap. They turned out awesome.

An appraisal isn't a home inspection. They are making an estimate of the market value of the house. There may be adjustments to the appraisal for noted areas of depreciation (roof, etc.).

Top notch holster. Very comfortable.

PSA, if my recent experience is any judge, there is about a 5 month wait time on SOB holsters. Ordered an IWB for my P228 in late February 2021; received the holster the first week of August.

That 75K a year ain't gonna spend itself.

Momma just chase 'em off with a broom.

Same red dress.

The Audobon Aquarium is good to entertain kids.

March 1998, wife and I are ensconced in our 2 BR apartment in Alexandria, VA. Hear a loud POW and then water starts jetting out of every opening in the ceiling. WTF, we're running around like chickens with their heads cut off with water continuing to jet down. Call the property management office, goes to voicemail, leave a panicked message. At this point, we've got about 3 inches of water and more keeps coming down. Open the patio door, front door, garage door (had an attached 1 car garage), still coming down. Dial 911 and ask for fire department to come out. Fire trucks show up and the water is about knee deep in our apartment even with the doors open. Finally remember the wife's cat and go searching for it. She's under the bed and the carpet has floated up so much she is pinned between the carpet and the box springs. Drag the cat out by her tail, throw her in the cat carrier and put in the bathtub, which ironically enough was the driest spot in the whole fucking apartment. Firemen finally turn the water off and we learn that the sprinkler system for this 400 plus unit apartment complex broke directly over our apartment. I ponder whether I should be more diligent in my church attendance. Water is turned off, we've moved our clothes over to the neighbor across the breezeway; neighbors two floors up took the cat in for the night. Long story short, had to threaten legal action to get apartment to let us out of lease. Every piece of furniture and electronics we had were totally fucked. Allstate dragged their feet and put us off on resolving renters insurance claim until I finally filed a complaint with the VA insurance commissioner and copied every executive at Allstate I could find on the internet, and then, 10 months after the event, we got a very healthy check from Allstate. So, in summary, prepare thy anus and fight the good fight.

That looks like a tray full of "it's kinda ok."

Natural fit for an attention whore.

Gentle Leader works better, IMO.

The Gulf was fun. Louisiana Lagniappe.

Fair enough.

Champ's a good pitmaster. That doesn't necessarily mean he's a good businessman. Investing in a restaurant is a high risk proposition at the best of times.

This place in Royse City (between Greenville and Rockwall) got a pretty good writeup in TM: smoaktownbbq.com

Judging by that first pic in profile, she needs to be adding to the size of that clothing also.

Dwight Yoakam on July 29th. Can't wait.

The suburbs of Atlanta, GA.

Several years ago on an AA flight from DFW to DCA. Work trip with colleagues and we had a window and aisle seat on the MD88 (configuration is 3 seats on one side, 2 seats on the other, we were in the 3 seat side). So, we're sitting there, shooting evil thoughts at oncoming pax hoping we keep an empty middle seat. Hot chick gets on, we're like yes, yes, yes, please. No luck, she sits one row forward and across the aisle. Up comes this fat fuck stops at our row, we are saying fuck my life but he sits directly across the aisle behind the hot chick. Finish boarding, keep our empty middle, sweet! Taxiing out and the fat dude takes out his Dallas Morning News and proceeds to hold it up in front of him to read, as he can't fit it between his gut and the hot chick's seat. Problem is every time he turns the page, he kind of snaps it and is hitting the hot chick in the back of the head. After 2 or 3 smacks, we could see her getting more and more irritated. Finally, on about the 10th smack, she turns around and says would you please quit hitting me in the head with your paper. He harumphs but adjusts somehow so the paper swatting is finished. We take off and fat boy gets up by grabbing the top of her headrest to pull himself up and pulls her hair, eliciting a pained ouch from her. He apologizes and then proceeds to open the overhead bin and rummage around in it while his big gut is rubbing on her shoulder and head. She looks disgusted and is grabbing the armrest and leaning as far away from him as she can get. About that time, a laptop bag comes tumbling out of the overhead and lands on her hand and she just loses it and screams, "YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER, WHY ARE YOU PERSECUTING ME?" He yells back he hasn't done anything wrong and she can't call him fat. "YOU ARE FAT! AND, YOU HAVE BEEN MAKING THIS FLIGHT MISERABLE FOR ME!" My buddy and I are cracking up. Flight attendants show up, referee the argument, and end up moving the hot chick to first class. Fat dude is really pissed that he didn't get moved to the front of the plane. We're disappointed also.

When they try to rip off the coke dealer in Boogie Nights always gets me tense.

Fan of the music. David Crosby seems to be a miserable human being, however.

Tabasco or some other Louisiana hot sauce for the win.