that's right bitches!
while walking to dukes the other night the bastard came across an awning he had never seen which promised three things the bastard loves that aren't whiskey
so he said to himself, "self, we will eat lunch there right fucking soon".
so in his sooner than expected fashion, the bastard came home too drunk to make lunch.
such is the style of drinking with the old hood.
so next day there he was reeding up a bacon cheeseburger with onion rings.
and then he heard the magical words
"what kind of meat do you want?"
"what kind of meat do you want guy?"
overtaken by options of this magnitude was almost too much for my dukearita riddled head to handle
"whatcha got", hoping to hell human wasn't an option as I might have taken it
"beef, bison, lamb, ostrichch, turkey, elk…"
"that one. and a black and white shake", cause if you don't go big, go the hell home.
and it was glorious.
elk is a magical meat that doesn't taste like chicken.
it tastes like elk.
it's kind of like beef…
but not like beef…
it's the bastard's favoritest of all the meats.
that and caribou.
go out and get some. now. not later.