Back in school there was guy in my fraternity whose dad owned a bison ranch. Once a month he used to send us boxes of steaks, sausages, burgers and chuck and we'd have a buffalo barbecue. It was great for us cause a lot of the sorority girls there didn't like the gamey taste so that meant more bison for the rest of us.


Yesterday the cold finally got to me. I got really bored and really high. Drove to the store to buy rolling papers and came back with a 13 lb turkey and an eight pound ham for some reason. Smoked another doob and proceeded to cook a surprise Christmas dinner for the wife. Problem is I was so wrapped up in the kitchen I forgot to pick her up from work.