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2010-08-09

Party

Then we went over to Heath and Nicki's place. A friend of ours named Ryman (Tex) lost his leg recently to medical complications of diabetes and an ignorant doctor.He seems to be taking it in well. It doesn't slow him down much.

There is something you should know about Texas. We shuck corn and clean our ARs in the front yard. heath, the red head bald buy other than me walking around, owns the trailer. He attends cook-offs and charity events with that thing. He wins prizes as well. His beef ribs and pork chops are worth trading your sole for.

I only wish I could have filmed the 45 minute discussion about porn in the driveway. YouTube would have banned me, and there was not a dirty word in it. It was instructional. That is good because there was a mother and son (recently turned 18) in attendance. I could tell he wanted to be there so bad because these are the adults he grew up around talking about sex with him being part of it. The trouble is, one of them was his mother. He had to step away for a couple of sentences more than once. One little note. The son is now older than his mother was when she had him. I man, what can she say to him?

The cleanup took quite a bit of time. I like to show the back side of parties sometimes. I shot the video of the cover take down just to show the effort that these folks go through to get these shin digs done. Look how few instructions these folks need. This comes from years of camping at TRF. The reason there is a blank spot in the audio is because one of the girls mentioned her weight. I used the wrong method of blanking it so I got a nasty chirp. Apologies.

We made it home with about ten pounds of left overs. There are advantages to staying to the end of cleanup. Heath knows how to make some frigging BBQ. Considering we brought nine pounds of potato salad, we made money on the deal. I ate a huge bag of beef fajita meat this afternoon for lunch. That is all I had. It was amazing. It was enough for about three people. Couldn't let it go bad, now could I?

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