On the day of our nations birth me and my colleague young Dicky decided to grill a couple of ribeyes. We went to Giant looking for some good steaks and were thoroughly underwhelmed by the selection but then we went over to the butcher section and saw some beautiful thick ribeye steaks and asked for 2 one pounders. As the lady behind the counter started to weigh the steaks we slowly realized the bitch actually wanted to be smacked she tried to hit us with the "I don't know if we have any that size" and all I could think is this stupid bitches job is to cut meat she better just trim some down. Once we got back to the villa and went down to the pool we saw the only open grill was right next to some chimpanzees and we knew it was gonna be awkward but we had to go for it. This was one of the most stereotypical coon get togethers I've ever witnessed they had crappy burgers and a bunch of watermelon with some food lion brand grape soda. When I thought it couldn't get any blacker they broke out a propane fryer, put some flower in a food lion bag, put some catfish in the flower, shook it up, and fried up some catfish. Back to the steak I have to give little Ricky most of the grilling credit he finally found one thing he was good at. We probably grilled the steak for almost half an hour and we were scared for a little bit that it wouldn't be cooked through but when we cut into it we realized it was some of the best steak we've ever had. Definitely one of our better Gordoville adventures thanks to everybodies favorite ging0r...
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