When the weather gets nice, I like cooking out. It's what I do. I like hosting. I love the idea of people being at my house. This weekend the weather was ridiculously nice, so I sent out a feeler text to my gays about a cookout. They were all for it, so my roommate and I hit up the grocery store. Now, he's newly gay and I still forget about some of the obvious things. Like carbs. I bought the same number of buns as meats...silly of me, really when they are going to have everything without the bun...silly me. And I've got a whole lot of dessert left in my kitchen. But at least I remembered to make them a cigarette receptacle. I'm so crafty.
Also, please note: match light charcoal is no longer match light when it has been sitting in your garage for 9 months.
And drag queens make a big mess when they get ready in your bathroom.
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