We figured it would always be an art,that we sat around,drank adult beverages,swapped lies,figured the distinct breedin' on heritage livestock,and the humidity and breezes.
Maybe swap a dog and a knife,while we was cookin'.
The thought was always,"it is the cook,not the cooker".
Who ever thought,you just set a button and hawgs could read,and everybody that lived up the street would turn out perfect Q.
My how things has changed in these modern days.
