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September 09, 2008
I Love To BBQ As Much As The Next Guy
But I don't really want to BBQ the Next Guy; even I draw the line at dry-rubbing someone and hitting them with, er, a sausage
Fresno County authorities have arrested a man they say broke into the home of two farmworkers, rubbed one with spices and whacked the other with a sausage before fleeing....The victims told deputies they awoke Saturday morning to the stranger applying spices to one of them and striking the other with an 8-inch sausage.
On what I'm sure is a completely unrelated note, someone who just also happens to live in California has disappeared.
Posted by Mr. Bingley at September 9, 2008 07:31 AM
Comments
"Is that a sausage in your pocket or are you just glad to beat me?"
Posted by: tree hugging sister at September 9, 2008 09:57 AM
"No, no! Put DOWN that pickle!"
As for the Vanishing Ken, I had nothing to do with it. That's my story, anyway, and I'm stickin' to it.
Posted by: mojo at September 9, 2008 11:19 AM
I don't think the Neelys from the food network would condone the use of their BBQ recipes in that way.
Posted by: Kate P at September 9, 2008 12:03 PM
Puts a whole new spin on the concept of 'pulled pork', doesn't it?
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at September 9, 2008 12:34 PM
I never use rubs. Now if there were a bottle of Bullseye...
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 9, 2008 02:54 PM
The Kielbasa Kid strikes again.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at September 9, 2008 10:29 PM