Only time it pays to be Tarred and feathered is when they stick you in that stupid machine at chucky cheese and tell you to catch as many fake dollars you can when they turn the fan on.
I woke up to the "SMELL OF BBQ" and I said to myself,
SELF, this is going to be a good day!
Got a stick-burner!
50 year Old Imperial Kamado with ears.
Fire pit. Weber Kettle.