At my buddy’s house, I went to check the Traeger cause I had a 5 pount Boston Butt going. We are actually pulling the motor on my Ranger to replace it, but if you know us, then u know we never need an excuse to throw down on the smoker or grill.
Anyway way, motor coming out, butt smoking, and it was time I pulled my gloves off to go check meat, which waz smoking up on his back deck.
Something was amiss when I got there. The fucking gate at the top of the steps wouldnt open. I thought the bitch was just stuck. But it would not push open. So naturally i begin to pull. And pull. And one last time pull cause im gonna get the bitch open! Well, it worked. I got it open with such a flury of impatience and body weight that I threw myself right off the top step and went flying backwards into the rose bushes, landed full body wieght on my back, then couldnt move cause i lost my gut and had so many thorns imbedded in my scalp and neck.
Long story short, after I got my breath back, i decided I was going to live. My buddy ran over and fished me out of the bush.
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the good news is the Butt. cane out amazzing. And Paula has plucked the thorns out of the back of my head. Then she had this prepared for me when I got home.
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