A Word From Our Spiritiual Advisor

Thanks, Reverend.

Thanks, spartanfan.

The hardest bird in the King's Guards.

If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. You will be a minister of death praying for war. But until that day you are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even pen-fucking-guins. You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of land walking shit.

Because I am hard you will not like me. But the more you hate me the more you will learn. I am hard but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on Galapagos, Gentoo, African or Emporer. Here you are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. Do you maggots understand that?

Now I have a -working- flamethrower.

Once it cools enough to touch I'll use some mineral spirits to get the paint residue off, and it's ready to go into the smoker as a diffuser paint.

Sure, I could have gotten an angle grinder or an acid dip to do the same thing (and without needing a wipe-down, I suppose), but -why?-

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Dude. E-Tank drink!

I wish they'd sell this over here. I'd buy a case.

In other news: Going to throw a pork butt on the smoker to do some pulled pork tomorrow!

I also have some nice pork spare ribs that look like they could use some slow, tender cooking.

I'll be getting up around 7 and throwing stuff on the fire probably no later than 8 or 9. Bring me over some breakfast so I don't have to leave my smoker vigil and you will receive glorious tribute.