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.
posted by Nashville Knucklehead @ 10:16 AM
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
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.
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6 Comments:
Oh I love BBQ!!
Where is this going to be??? The Smiffs are big on some barbecue.
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.
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!
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.
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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