Flame Free Confession III: Even More Flame Free (Part 2)

Cool whip is the answer to any food related question.

And pizza

Blueberry Chex or Cocoa Pebbles

Even the fat slobs are entitled af now

I might have contributed to that, like one time I hooked up with someone in a hot tub because I was curious about ff sized boobs.

#Metoo… between my Big Game hunting days as a young Marine and just being a degenerate in general…I’ve experienced many a mutant… but not in a hot tub yet. The gall of these rental pigs though… They look like a bag of milk but have ā€œstandardsā€ that are beyond delusional.

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I skipped church, so might as well go to hell.

I confess:

  • I had ribs 4 times last week.

The first time was the best surprise ever: I hit up the food truck of my favorite local BBQ place. The are at my work on Wednesdays, and I go to eat at the restaurant almost every Saturday. Suffice to say, I’m a regular…

…and apparently VERY well liked, because I showed up and they said ā€œHey, we have a half rack of ribs for youā€. Which was awesome, because they mentioned last Saturday that they were going to start selling those out of the truck. Which they must have read my mind, because they said ā€œWe’re not selling them quite yet, but we brought one for you because we knew you’d be here.ā€

  • BBQ PR achieved

And already, that should be a confession that I eat that much BBQ, but then picture this ladies and gents; we had a tornado tear through my area last week, and to aid the victims of it, my local Texas Roadhouse was donating 100% of their profits on Thursday to the victims.

…so, of course, I did MY part and ordered 3 sidekicks of ribs for myself, along with dinner for the family. You know…for the victims. In all seriousness, yes, I DID go out of my way to order more than I needed and I avoided coupons so that my money went ā€œfurtherā€ā€¦but I also needed no excuse for ribs.

Then, of course, Saturday rolled around, so I hit up my local BBQ spot and got in my ā€œregularā€ weekly ribs…

…and then, on Sunday, the weather was right and I decided to break out the smoker and take down 2 piemontese bone in beef chuck ribs

Which, yes, I also had alongside those eggs and some of those steaks that I made.

I confess all of this…and regret none of it. Folks, I think I may have actually discovered the most anabolic diet ever.

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I was so hungry from reading this post, that I read tornado as tomato!

Haha……

SALUTE TO THE PWNISHER!!

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NIIIIICE… Beef ribs are killer

I honestly find guys that troll on here just entertaining anymore. Especially when you read their threads and you pick up on a few telling things. You dont have many options either those indviduals are actually that ignorant or they are playing stupid and trolling. Anymore im just too old and tired to play that game.

I really don’t like seeing my parents get older.

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It’s a lot better than not seeing them get older.

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yeah, I’d much rather see my parents be 90 and disabled than not seeing them make it past 60. My grandpa had a stroke that paralysed his left side and he’s physically weak, but mentally really sharp and happy. We’re all very happy he’s old and slightly infirm, but alive as sad as it is

caveat is extreme pain (e.g., terminal cancer). If they are seriously suffering, no bueno

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Meh. My dad is to the point that I think he is ready.

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This could be harsh or it could be fair. I wont judge, it’s your reality.

2 years of not lifting and treating my body like a whore house, my oldest is now stronger than me…

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Are you sure this is the metaphor you want to use?

Well i was implying i wasnt treating it like a temple…

But i get your point… thankfully she wont see that post.

Or are you implying somthing else :flushed:?

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Perhaps treating our body like a WaffleHouse would be a better fit.

It’s greasy, sloppy and broken, but it will still give you a fight!

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