Post #130312 by thebaxdog on Fri, Dec 10, 2004 7:20 PM

I say walk it through the door, knock the horns off
And slap it on my plate.

I lived in a sort of animal house once where a friend of mine worked as a steak cutter, he would bring home 5 gallon buckets of cut offs soaking in Teriyaki.
I would put one on the grill and one in my mouth.
Oh that was sooooo good.

We also had a theory back then that the rarer the meat the more the guy liked to (I just can't think of a nice way to say what he would do to his wife or girlfriend)
eat out more often