This and the thread to which it is a reply are both worth a read:

Ok, now, THIS is teh bomb.

So…. Perhaps I am insane or tasteless, but I have always enjoyed (on occasion) a shot of Rumplemintz and a glass of beer. Sip of schnapps, followed by a gulp of beer… nice. Mint burn with malt overlay.

https://sixdrinkstoomany.com/beer-good/#Depth_Charge

El cheapo Weber grill + half a bag of charcoal (NOT THE STUFF SOAKED WITH LIGHTER FLUID) + half a bag of hickory chips + el expensivo Bluetooth thermometer + one day of reading pulp westerns and drinking beer = truly awesome pulled pork, NC style. Seriously, that stuff just fell right apart. 5-lb pork butt.

What’s with the dang metric, Meater?

Better.

Hmmm:

Louis L’Amour, The High Graders, 1965.

“More thickly settled communities.”

So many Westerns I see start out with “we don’t allow guns here”, because, of course, common sense.

People pushing for open carry and concealed carry are just living in a fiction that never existed.

This is awesome. Yet another reason to move to Chicago.

Louis L’Amour, The Key-Lock Man. 1965.

Even in 1965, this sort of thing was obvious.