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A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
Brats, peppers, and onions over the charcoal this evening.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
Nothing kills a 3-beer buzz quicker than a 3-dog walk in the woods. But it's all part of the owner/pet agreement, and I wouldn't have it any other way. These beauties save my soul at least twice a day when we get out into our woods, and away from the madding crowd and such. #DogIsMyCopilot
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
@Peaceandprosperity@noauthority.social Crying is gay.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
My X feed is 24/7 Charlie Kirk. Totally not a psy-op.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
We're getting the band back together.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
@RadarR1der The Canadian invented Robertson head is 10X what the Jean Claude Phillips is.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
Maya Angelou Diamond Phillips
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
Storm's a brewin'.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
@RadarR1der No. Just an extra $25.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
My poor pup, Beaufort, went to the groomer's for the first time today. Apparently he was so terrified he shat all over the joint. Three times. And expressed his anal glands. With the special handlling fee, and a sizeable tip, that was one very spendy bath.
A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment, and experience, in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of Rush when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of Rush.
My 80 pound Labrador, Beaufort, decided he'd wake me up this morning by stomping on my junk. I haven't felt that much pain since I was hit in the nuts with a Mylec road hockey ball, back in 1981. I was hit so hard then I threw up in my goalie mask. Well, it was a friend's goalie mask, Until I puked in it, then he made my folks buy him a new one; Domenic was a hard-ass even at 9 years of age.