Although Rick doesn't know that I'm blogging his daily evening stodge-feasts, he still delights in sending me photos of whatever he's cooked up for dinner each night.
This particular plate-busting effort was accompanied with the text message 'You can't argue with this son of a bitch'. And indeed it's true that you really can't argue that this is a simply fucking massive steak.
Just for the record, so far Rick is yet to have a dinner that hasn't involved green beans.
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