Mmmmmmm. Stonewall, you and I could throw down a serious barbeque.
After the meat is tortured by a long,
slooooow, low-heat smoking with with some well-soaked hickory, pecan, or applewood chunks. (NOT chips. Chips are for noobs and suburban day-hikers.) The sauce is
always the finish to hours of focused dedication. A real man should smell like a week-old campfire before he even gets out the mopping brush.
"But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: for men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away, for his name is Obama."
