The Grill is my Shepard; I shall not want. It maketh me sit - TopicsExpress



          

The Grill is my Shepard; I shall not want. It maketh me sit down on shaded patios: It leadeth me to tender cuts of noms. It restorith my full: He leadeth me in the paths of tender and juicy for my names sake. Yea though I walk in the shadow of trees, I will fear no dryness for thy brine and thy injection they comfort me. I preparest a table before mine int he presence of mine family thou anointest my boston butt with oil our beers runnith over. surly goodness and fullness shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the smoker for ever.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 16:51:27 +0000

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