Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The Mothership



I've always thought that the dumbest business a person could go into was the restaurant business. I am not opening a restaurant. It's a joint. A BBQ joint. More to come.

6 Comments:

At 10:58 AM , Blogger Spin_Doc1 said...

Oh I love BBQ!!

 
At 11:21 AM , Blogger SistaSmiff said...

Where is this going to be??? The Smiffs are big on some barbecue.

 
At 11:22 AM , Blogger Aunt B said...

Well, you're the musician, not me, but the joints I've seen have been much smaller. Though, I bet that top picture could be of a very impressive bong.

 
At 11:26 AM , Blogger ceeelcee said...

Now fess up, Knuck. That photo of the Smoker behind the Tahoe implies that the Mothership might be mobile. I believe it's officially grounded.

Or should I say, "The Mothership had LANDED!"

All hail Dr. Funkenswine! I'm hungry, dude. Open up!

 
At 1:41 PM , Anonymous Sarcastro said...

I drove by this morning to see if you were hard at work. Sadly, I was unable to score a pork sand for breakfast.

Get to work, loafer.

 
At 8:02 AM , Blogger grandefille said...

Congratulations and best wishes. We'll make a pilgrimage ASAP; we need to get over on Bransford for some bird seed anyway. Also, Baby Fishmouth needs another opportunity to develop her 'cue-tastin' palate.

I must note, however, that your place looks too tidy to really qualify as a joint. A "joint" is where you're glad they cook the 'cue at extremely high temperatures, because it kills all the varmints. That defines the the place just down from my house -- it is scary-looking and there is no WAY he passes health inspections, but my Lord he cooks up some fine, fine 'cue.

A toast to your new venture, the joint in disguise. Here's to your success, along with sufficient rest and Li'l Knuck time.

 

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