Araska is a rock, actually that is a lie, Araska is a fictional rock, in a fictional sea, in a fictional world, the only thing that could be said about is that, if said, world, sea and rock were to exist, then you would have a nice view of a fictional harbour.
Monday, July 18, 2011
In the continuing saga of BBQ porn, a partially cooked brisket. The brisket has been smoking for about an hour, and is being transferred to a foil wrapped chrysalis of marmalade glazy goodness. It was reborn 5 hours later (at 200 degrees) as a beeferfly(?)