Just like a bbq with the gang, but instead of your nice grassy backyard you've got miles of steaming asphalt or ten feet of snow and an idyllic back drop of pick up trucks farting out exhaust. And instead of the familiar camaraderie of your tight bros you've got thousands of the worst people on earth streaming by in a drunken flood of port-a-potty and beer fumes. Looks like they just liberated some concentration camp for sausage and mustache aficionados. Best part? You only had to sit in fourteen hours of traffic for the privilege.
Seriously though, my boy Matty (good kid) makes the best chili you've ever had out of this stove he hooked up to the back of his Grand Cherokee. And we usually rig up the flatscreen and set up some folding chairs and just grill and drink all day. It's just like being at the game. Better even cause you can just piss wherever.
Seriously though, my boy Matty (good kid) makes the best chili you've ever had out of this stove he hooked up to the back of his Grand Cherokee. And we usually rig up the flatscreen and set up some folding chairs and just grill and drink all day. It's just like being at the game. Better even cause you can just piss wherever.
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I've become more interested in football recently but I still don't understand tailgating...but that's probably because I don't understand the appeal of terrible beer....which puts me on the list, I guess. Blegh!
Also, the decline of community activities in American life, and the inability of most Americans to carry on interesting, polite conversations with strangers, only makes the forced drunken camaraderie of tailgating more painful.
but there are ribs available.
shut up
look around you , the world is your toilet.
You do make a persuasive argument.
For real though, nothing like a good outdoor piss. Just not one that ten thousand other people are going to have to walk through in the next ten minutes.
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