The Hose

Evil
I am sweating BBQ sauce from my pores. I think I am self-defeating. I ran 20 miles today. Then came home. Called up Dallas BBQ. Hello. Delivery please. Ribs and Chicken combo. Dark meat, please. Umm, I'll go with the fries. And a half order of Hot Wings. How long? Ok, cool. Thanks.

I also get corn bread with the order. The corn bread from Dallas BBQ rocks.

What now? Not sure. Passing out...