A few months ago I was talking about things that I really want to do, such as:
1. Shoot someone with a submarine sandwich out of a potato gun.
2. Buy a shitty $200 car and do stupid shit to it like installing dual functioning toilet seat moonroofs and coffee can exhaust tips. After all of the abuse and it can hardly drive anymore, shoot the gas tank with a flaming arrow then drive it off a cliff hoping it explodes in mid-air.
3. Run down a steep gravel trail really fast then try to stop.
4. Pizza Burger
5. Brew my own beer.
Then my dude Shovel enters in the conversation with pics and details of the “Motherfucking Meat House“.
Here’s what he had to offer:
12 rashers of bacon
1 kg of sausage meat
2/3 packet of bread crumbs
The grass is sausage meat with food dye
the walk is bread crumbs
All he asks is that you play “Party Up” by DMX when you look at these pictures.
Seriously just look at that thing. It’s absolutely amazing. We’re still debating if that blue thing in the front yard is a meat bird bath, meat swimming pool or meat mailbox but whatever. Oh the landscaping… It’s beautiful!