09-08-2008, 02:12 PM
About 30 feet from a big, seasoned grill emitting lots of smoke, sit two hungry men.
Frank: So, why aren't you even a little mad at me for killing and grilling your woman? She's almost done, by the way.
Bullet: I like the way you grill, let's leave it at that.
Frank: You got it. Here's that Peter Luger sauce I was telling you about.
Bullet takes a taste of the sauce right from the bottle.
Frank: Could you use a fucking spoon or something?
Bullet: No. Is this the shit jb says is too sweet?
Frank: Yeah.
Bullet: Kill and grill that bitch next. This shit is good.
Frank: So, why aren't you even a little mad at me for killing and grilling your woman? She's almost done, by the way.
Bullet: I like the way you grill, let's leave it at that.
Frank: You got it. Here's that Peter Luger sauce I was telling you about.
Bullet takes a taste of the sauce right from the bottle.
Frank: Could you use a fucking spoon or something?
Bullet: No. Is this the shit jb says is too sweet?
Frank: Yeah.
Bullet: Kill and grill that bitch next. This shit is good.
