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I waited more than four hours for a taste of the brisket and it might just be the greatest thing my mouth has ever touched (pause). It tastes like Jesus himself basted it with Holy Water. The only reason Angel Food is cake is because Jesus keeps all the brisket for himself. The meat was so juicy that by the end I could see through the tray it was on. The only reason 50 Cent said “I love you like a fat kid love cake” is because “Franklin Barbecue brisket” didn’t rhyme. This is by far the worst case of food coma I’ve ever had, yet it feels like I’m a baby swaddled in a warm blanket on a cold winter night. If true happiness was a flavor, this would be what it tastes like. Carrying the tray full of meat is what I imagine carrying your newborn baby feels like. Everyone makes fun of Texans for being fat, but this justifies it. But yeah, don’t let me hype it up.

I waited more than four hours for a taste of the brisket and it might just be the greatest thing my mouth has ever touched (pause). It tastes like Jesus himself basted it with Holy Water. The only reason Angel Food is cake is because Jesus keeps all the brisket for himself. The meat was so juicy that by the end I could see through the tray it was on. The only reason 50 Cent said “I love you like a fat kid love cake” is because “Franklin Barbecue brisket” didn’t rhyme. This is by far the worst case of food coma I’ve ever had, yet it feels like I’m a baby swaddled in a warm blanket on a cold winter night. If true happiness was a flavor, this would be what it tastes like. Carrying the tray full of meat is what I imagine carrying your newborn baby feels like. Everyone makes fun of Texans for being fat, but this justifies it. But yeah, don’t let me hype it up.

  • Author: baldonado
  • Date Posted: Dec 23, 2015
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I waited more than four hours for a taste of the brisket and it might just be the greatest thing my mouth has ever touched (pause). It tastes like Jesus himself basted it with Holy Water. The only reason Angel Food is cake is because Jesus keeps all the brisket for himself. The meat was so juicy that by the end I could see through the tray it was on. The only reason 50 Cent said "I love you like a fat kid love cake" is because "Franklin Barbecue brisket" didn't rhyme. This is by far the worst case of food coma I've ever had, yet it feels like I'm a baby swaddled in a warm blanket on a cold winter night. If true happiness was a flavor, this would be what it tastes like. Carrying the tray full of meat is what I imagine carrying your newborn baby feels like. Everyone makes fun of Texans for being fat, but this justifies it. But yeah, don't let me hype it up.