pook house

sweat, blood & tears

Three hours and one almost-severed finger later, we finally have a new BBQ. Seeing as how it tried to kill me it bad better make damn good food.

RRRAWRRR!! Me, hungry! Must eat fingers!

RRRRAWRRR! Me hungy! Must! Eat! Fingers! RRRAWWRRR!!!

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