Recent conversation with Brenda:

Brenda: (Looking through mailer) Would you like to go to Floyd's Barbecue?

me: Why would I want that?

Brenda: We could get $5.00 off any cut.

me: Any cut of what? (Looking at flyer for Floyd's Barbershop not Barbecue)

me: (Seeing picture of barber holding razor poised over a man's cheek) Looks like you can pick your own meat.

Brenda: Oh my God I need new glasses.


One Reply to That's Good Eatin'

Scott Hardie | February 5, 2012
I'm sure a modern-day update of Sweeney Todd could change the meat pies to BBQ.


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