"The other day, I was sitting in my kitchen eating a bag of beef jerky. I don't like beef jerky, but it was in my house and it has beef in the name so... something had to be done. After a few bites, it occurred to me that this particular beef jerky must have been made from the Clint Eastwood of cows. It was tough, gnarly leather meat and covered in more spices than David Beckham*. Whilte I chewed and held back the tears, I noticed the young lass giving me a look."
(Oct. 27, 2008, Bacon After Dark)
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