How duz I know yew ain't one a them INNURNAYSHIONAL fellers tryna take mah job and gimme all whatfer?
I remember the days; those barbecue dinners at the end of the summer, the days shortening gradually as summer gave way to fall. My dad would fire up the grill and cook a sizzling steak as I pondered the coming season, reflecting on the eternal passing of nature. We would eat the meal in pensive silence, drenching our food in "reccomendable" sauce. Those were good times.