Yeah, some cheapshooting chingons came and gave me shit that my Pittsburgh Steelers lost to the San Diego Chargers yesterday. I know. They point the fingers and shit then I say, well what the fuck happened to your Tampa Bay and New England faggot jerseys? Huh? I'm a Steelers fan and I have been since I could pee standing up.
Well, for one thing, the season is still short, and another, if it all goes to shit, I'm still wearing the black and gold.
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Well, yesterday went pretty good. I fired up my smoker and cooked the best brisket that I ever had. That dead cow came out juicy and crusty with a mouthspanking flavor of hickory and spicelove. Holy shit, I should go on the road with that. Oh well, I'm still working on fine tuning my brew. Time will tell.
I got a couple of gifts from my mom-in-law and my girls. I got a new spice rack, a pack of 15 golfballs (because I hit those fuckers all over the place), a new copy of Flyleaf's debut CD, and the best present ever (because all my little ladies made them), peanut butter cookies. I am one lucky mofo.
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