i am so hungry right now and all i can smell is josh's garlicy, chile-y brisket that he's slow cooking in the oven. torture to my salivary glands and digestive system and olfactory sensory perception!
o my god. he's flipping it right now and the smells are wafting through the room. the newcastle i'm drinking is only making it worse. damn him for bringing me good beer and damn him for making good meat. sometimes i can't stand him. at all. not even a little. bit.
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