No, not that kind of butts you bunch of perverts. Not your old lady sporting a gunnie sack covered in Sweet baby Rays sauce or your buddy "Friendly Freddy" modeling in a pair of Daisy Duke Jorts and a knotted T shirt saying "I ride for Bones" either.
BOSTON BUTTS
I'm talking about Dirty South down home grillin recipes that make you wanna slap yo momma and make you proud to stretch your belt out another notch. Last year at AOP, momma Bacon (and poppa Bacon) hunted me down and fed me some of the best wild hog I've ever had, followed by Donald Powells Ribeye steaks the next night. Last years RBD was off the charts. Between bbones trailer full of pork, the damn Cajuns gumbo cooked on a sewer pipe, gizmos smoked meats and everybody else's creations, I am now a life member to Weight Watchers. Thank you very much!!
We have all experienced this at one time or another, and I want to see YOUR GRILL.
BOSTON BUTTS
I'm talking about Dirty South down home grillin recipes that make you wanna slap yo momma and make you proud to stretch your belt out another notch. Last year at AOP, momma Bacon (and poppa Bacon) hunted me down and fed me some of the best wild hog I've ever had, followed by Donald Powells Ribeye steaks the next night. Last years RBD was off the charts. Between bbones trailer full of pork, the damn Cajuns gumbo cooked on a sewer pipe, gizmos smoked meats and everybody else's creations, I am now a life member to Weight Watchers. Thank you very much!!
We have all experienced this at one time or another, and I want to see YOUR GRILL.