What did we do? That was the name given to the Sunday BBQ after Lauren and I made it official. While the question was rhetorical, it didn’t really matter as the younger generation wasn’t ready to answer morning after, about the night before. Luckily, there’s no better remedy than pulled pork and shenanigans.
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God Bless America. God Bless Fireworks. And God Bless Joey Chestnut. Yesterday, on the nations holiest of holy days, my wildest fantasy came to fruition. Amidst an savage crowd, fondly embraced by the fragrant flavors of a nations body odor, I had the honor of watching Joey “Jaws” Chestnut attempt to defend his illustrious Mustard Belt. Standing between him and everlasting mythical glory… 10 minutes and 62 perfectly plump porkers. Was I in the front row you ask? Not even remotely. Was it crowded you say? Like a Walmart on Christmas. It was better on TV? I cannot argue. Would I rather have been anywhere else? DEAR LORD NO. “We were there.”
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[gwu] Graham Whitaker Unterberger 
