Grub
Your stomach is growling, you swear that you can see your pants getting looser by the second, pretty soon you will be prostrate on the floor, clawing your way toward the kitchen, feeling more connected to Holocaust victims and will consider eating the mulch on the flowerbeds outside. The chaotic beast of hunger that has taken over your brain can only be satisfied with high calorie, high fat, high satisfaction kinda food. The kind of food that make a grown man cry. The kind of food that is so easy a rookie cook could make it. The kind of food that gets you a foot rub. That my friends is called Redneck food. Commence DroolFest 09.































