Farting in Bed and Other Deadly Sins
Few experiences help you come to terms with how rotten you are than being married or eating smoked ribs.
One of the best things about Jonathan, besides being a good friend who takes me trout fishing and gifts me fine whiskeys I pretend to like, is that he smokes ribs. And when he does, he invites me over to enjoy them—which is what we did on a recent Sunday, our third annual Fishing Friendsgiving Feastmas.
The trouble with me and …
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