Displaced Texan

I know...if it has more that 2 buttons, you have trouble...

I thought the Instapot confused you, because it has so many buttons....

Thank GOD you fixed her!!!

On cue

You sir, know how to bbq!! Those look amazing!! Betty Crockpot will be along here shortly to tell us how his ribs are better

I don’t think you could explain it in any simpler terms....if they don’t get it, they don’t get it.

Fucker...you owe me a keyboard.

Gorilla tape is NOT an easy release...for future reference.

Can I get a case of 00 buck, with a side order of 147gr 9mm?

Bat ninja!!

Wait....you mean you’re not ALWAYS wearing your cloak of invisibility?!!! I must be doing it wrong....

I understand where you’re going here...but I don’t think less than lethal rounds are a good idea in this situation. “Deadly force, also known as lethal force, is use of force that he/she knows causes the risk of death or serious bodily harm to another person. Its use is justified only under conditions of extreme necessity as a last resort, when all lesser means have failed or cannot reasonably be employed.“ IMHO, if you’ve reached the point where it’s time to pull your weapon, it’s time for lethal force to be used, because all lesser means have failed or cannot be reasonably employed. If someone breaks into my home while we are in it...one has to presume they are there to cause death or serious bodily harm to me or my family. That gets the ‘I feared for my life’ response, which in my mind, means ‘Molly get the mop’. The intruder(s) are going to get lethal force used on them. Until they are no longer a threat to me and my family. Period. If you are using less than lethal rounds, you are, (IMHO) NOT in fear for your life. I fully realize NJ has some fucked up laws when it comes to self defense, but I’d rather stand in front of a jury explaining WHY I defended my life/family than being put into a hole in the ground, or worse, burying a family member because I failed to employ lethal force in that last resort moment. Just my $.02.

A couple of years ago I pulled over to help a woman with a flat. She was about 25, and when I pulled over, she already had the car up on the jack, flat tire off. She was struggling to get the spare out of the trunk. I did the rest of it for her. She was pretty happy to have the help. While I was finishing up, I complimented her on her ability to change a tire. She told me her dad made her change a tire before she was allowed to get her drivers license. Yay dad! When I stood up, I noticed a person in the front seat, reclining in the seat, playing on the phone. It was a guy, about her age. I made a comment to her...like WTF? Why is he sitting there while she was doing the work?! She gave me a look...and said, ‘that’s my boyfriend...and he didn’t know how to change a tire....and I’m going to dump his useless ass when we get home!! lol.

Did I mention you specifically, Betty Crockpot? Although...you DO cook like one.

Gotcha. Back home in Texas, we call them ‘Yankees’.

Forgive me for not knowing this, but what are ‘bennys and shoebies’?

Good idea. The problem with fried chicken is the mess....damn, it’s worth it though!

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Ha!!! Glad you enjoy my mommas recipe! Looks like you did it justice!