It’s been four Julys in a row that I’ve not been in the US for Independence Day on the 4th. This isn’t something that I consider to be the utmost of tragedies as it’s a day of drinking, lighting shit on fire, and then for some asinine reason, driving home drunk. No, I can’t say that I miss these aspects but I do miss the meat grilling. Sure, we grill […]
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