...feeding my kids BBQ riblets with a slingshot. Vanya, Pyotr, Nikita, Andrii (the boys), Zina, Tanya, Sasha, and Natasha (the girls) line up on the other side of the house, and I take chunks of cooked meat, dunk them in the bucket of Jack Daniel's BBQ sauce, load them up in my Pro Diablo II Slingshot, and fling the meat in the general direction of their mouths. It's like a game of Frisbee (tm) and dinner all rolled into one.

When Anya first saw this - it was only my quick thinking of scratching behind her ear until she collapsed in euphoria with her left leg pumping up and down like there was no tomorrow - that saved me from a severe chewing out. And you think of that as a saying.

Before she passed out from exhaustion, she mentioned how she didn't want the kids licking dried BBQ sauce and meat from the walls.

So that's why I'm in your house. Flinging meat at my children, who are in front of your walls. And leather chairs. Oh how they love to jump on leather chairs in the pursuit of meat.


The Replicants - Konya Wa Hurricane

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