Terri is after me to get our grill fired up. I hate that thing. Gas grills scare my sissy ass anyway...but especially after our friend Donnie put the gage on and didn't tighten it enough ("the ring is plastic I didn't want to break it" was his excuse...moron) and the grill caught on fire. It was only by the grace of God it didn't explode.
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