Spur ******s Horses

So if I’ve been eating ribs on average every second month of my life. I’m 45 and say I started at 5, so that would mean 240 racks of ribs in my life. Today I came across the worst rack I’ve ever had. Think of wanting to ride a horse on the beach in a white silk shirt and finally getting the opportunity to do that and then realising the horse has no steering wheel and the breaks are faulty. Aaand theeen to top it off Spur comes along and hacks your swerving unstoppable horse down with a machete. Takes the meat and stuffs it in a boot full of salt and cooks it over two weeks next to a cat on a hot tin roof. Tough day, tough horse, tough ribs, tough luck for me and the cat. It’s been an hour now and I’m still trying to chew the first bite. I’m giving it 12 more minutes until I call a doctor, a handyman and a Friesland *** milker. Hold the lumberjack for now.

Really Kansas Spur Steak Ranch, Pavilion. Up your GAME. These ribs are SHEEEEEEET!