11-28-2020, 11:09 PM
It's just notta Sunday wit-out a good ol' fashioned BBQ! Rocco, Carlo and Anthony. Strap in!
Rocco walks into Carlo's backyard to find him scraping the grates of his gas grill.
Is dis guy serious? Propane? Th'fuck are you, Hank Hill? Fuhgeddabouttit!!
Rocco: "Ooooooh, there he is! The prince of propane!"
Carlo: *looks up and smiles* "Aaay Rock."
Rocco: "Fuck you doin?"
Carlo: "Cleanin' da grill, for da BBQ."
Rocco: "Whoa, hold on Kid Ketchup, we ain't usin' dat thing!"
Carlo: "What d'ya mean? We're BBQ'n ain't we?"
Rocco: "Not wit dat! Not today!"
Carlo: "So how we gonna cook den?"
Rocco: "Watch and learn!"
Rocco walks back out front, he's gone a couple minutes. Upon returning he's got his hands, or rather
his arms FULL. A big bag of lumpwood charcoal and a starter chimney. He came prepared!
Carlo: "Fuck is all dat?"
Rocco: "Dis is how we're BBQ'n tuhday my friend!"
Carlo stops what he's doin' wit da gas grill and walks over to Rock.
Carlo: "You're not puttin' charcoal in my gas grill Rocky, come on!"
Rocco: "Where's dat old Weber you used to have? Charcoal grill. Da black one?"
Carlo: "I ain't used dat thing in forever! It's put back in the shed."
Rocco: "Well let's dig it out, cuz dis thing is goin' live!!"
They go into Carlo's storage shed [a mighty nice one at dat!] and move a few things around to see
dat trusty ol' Weber. It's covered in dust and lookin' very lonely.
Rocco: "There she is! Let's get her out!"
They maneuver the big black kettle out into the yard. Carlo lifts the lid and they both gasp.
Rocco: "Jeezus Christ, when's the last time you cleaned dis thing?"
Carlo: "Couple years ago?"
Rocco: "You're disgusting Carlo, ya know dat right?"
Carlo: "It's been in there the whole time! Why should I clean a grill I'm not using?"
Rocco: "Dat's gonna take a little elbow grease..."
Carlo: "Well who's gonna get greasy wit their elbows?"
When at that exact moment, Anthony walks into the backyard. Perfect timing!!
Anthony: "Aay Uncle Rock, I got that thing you wanted!"
Anthony is carrying a small cooler. [Please don't be a severed head, PLEASE don't be a severed head! lol]
The two men look up at Anthony and smile.
Anthony: "What? What you lookin' at?"
Rocco grabs the cooler from his nephew and walks it over to the lawn chairs.
Carlo: "Go 'head kid, jump in!" *points to dirty grill*
Anthony: *looks at grill* "Why me?"
Carlo: "Perks uh bein' young!"
Anthony gets on it. Carlo and Rocco look into the cooler. What could it be?? [NOT a head, please God NO!]
Rocco: "You ready fuh dis?"
Carlo: "Fuh what?"
Rocco: *opens cooler*
Both stare down in amazement.
Carlo: "Wow, ain't seen those in years!"
Rocco: "Uunnh, uunnnh? Did Uncle Rocky come tru or what??"
Carlo: "I guess so. But I don't drink no more so, happy day fuh yous guys."
It was a six pack of tall boys. But not your ordinary sixer. No, this was a hard find! Friend of a friend
type deal. Old Paisan's. It was a brand of beer popular in the 70's but was now restricted to a very limited
distribution scale. Rocco knew a guy who owned a liquor store who knew a guy that could get his hands
on these babies. $20 but worth every penny! Cent'anni!!
Anthony has now finished cleaning the charcoal grill. He walks over to grab a beer.
Anthony: "Madon, dat thing was atrocious!"
Carlo: "Blame ya uncle kid."
Rocco: "Aaay! You will both thank me later when ya steaks taste like fuckin' Heaven!"
Rocco: *hands Anthony an Old Paisan* "You earned it!"
Anthony: "Tanks."
Rocco: "How was Dominic?"
Anthony: "OK, looked a little down."
Rocco: "Down? Like how?"
Anthony: "Oh, dat reminds me, here..." *reaches in pocket and hands Rocco his money back*
Rocco: "What's dis?"
Anthony: "Dom said ya money's no good wit him."
Rocco: *takes the crisp, folded up Franklin, sniffles* "Dat's a sweet ol' man right dare!"
Carlo: "Jeez, Rock, you cryin?"
Rocco: "Hey! Don't judge me for feeling gratitude! People do nice things, it touches me."
Anthony: "Said it was da least he could do, since the store was closin."
Rocco: "Who's doin what??"
Anthony: "Closin. The liquor store. He's gettin' evicted. New owners of the building or somethin'."
Rocco: "Well we'll just see about dat!!" *wipes eyes and looks angry*
Carlo: "We gettin' deez steaks on or what?"
Rocco: "Prepare yourselves for bovine bliss, cocksuckas!"
Carlo goes in for the meat as Rocco gets the chimney starter going. Anthony pulls up a white plastic
lawn chair and it's Sunday afternoon in New Fuckin' Jersey. Oooooooh!!!
; )
Rocco walks into Carlo's backyard to find him scraping the grates of his gas grill.
Is dis guy serious? Propane? Th'fuck are you, Hank Hill? Fuhgeddabouttit!!
Rocco: "Ooooooh, there he is! The prince of propane!"
Carlo: *looks up and smiles* "Aaay Rock."
Rocco: "Fuck you doin?"
Carlo: "Cleanin' da grill, for da BBQ."
Rocco: "Whoa, hold on Kid Ketchup, we ain't usin' dat thing!"
Carlo: "What d'ya mean? We're BBQ'n ain't we?"
Rocco: "Not wit dat! Not today!"
Carlo: "So how we gonna cook den?"
Rocco: "Watch and learn!"
Rocco walks back out front, he's gone a couple minutes. Upon returning he's got his hands, or rather
his arms FULL. A big bag of lumpwood charcoal and a starter chimney. He came prepared!
Carlo: "Fuck is all dat?"
Rocco: "Dis is how we're BBQ'n tuhday my friend!"
Carlo stops what he's doin' wit da gas grill and walks over to Rock.
Carlo: "You're not puttin' charcoal in my gas grill Rocky, come on!"
Rocco: "Where's dat old Weber you used to have? Charcoal grill. Da black one?"
Carlo: "I ain't used dat thing in forever! It's put back in the shed."
Rocco: "Well let's dig it out, cuz dis thing is goin' live!!"
They go into Carlo's storage shed [a mighty nice one at dat!] and move a few things around to see
dat trusty ol' Weber. It's covered in dust and lookin' very lonely.
Rocco: "There she is! Let's get her out!"
They maneuver the big black kettle out into the yard. Carlo lifts the lid and they both gasp.
Rocco: "Jeezus Christ, when's the last time you cleaned dis thing?"
Carlo: "Couple years ago?"
Rocco: "You're disgusting Carlo, ya know dat right?"
Carlo: "It's been in there the whole time! Why should I clean a grill I'm not using?"
Rocco: "Dat's gonna take a little elbow grease..."
Carlo: "Well who's gonna get greasy wit their elbows?"
When at that exact moment, Anthony walks into the backyard. Perfect timing!!
Anthony: "Aay Uncle Rock, I got that thing you wanted!"
Anthony is carrying a small cooler. [Please don't be a severed head, PLEASE don't be a severed head! lol]
The two men look up at Anthony and smile.
Anthony: "What? What you lookin' at?"
Rocco grabs the cooler from his nephew and walks it over to the lawn chairs.
Carlo: "Go 'head kid, jump in!" *points to dirty grill*
Anthony: *looks at grill* "Why me?"
Carlo: "Perks uh bein' young!"
Anthony gets on it. Carlo and Rocco look into the cooler. What could it be?? [NOT a head, please God NO!]
Rocco: "You ready fuh dis?"
Carlo: "Fuh what?"
Rocco: *opens cooler*
Both stare down in amazement.
Carlo: "Wow, ain't seen those in years!"
Rocco: "Uunnh, uunnnh? Did Uncle Rocky come tru or what??"
Carlo: "I guess so. But I don't drink no more so, happy day fuh yous guys."
It was a six pack of tall boys. But not your ordinary sixer. No, this was a hard find! Friend of a friend
type deal. Old Paisan's. It was a brand of beer popular in the 70's but was now restricted to a very limited
distribution scale. Rocco knew a guy who owned a liquor store who knew a guy that could get his hands
on these babies. $20 but worth every penny! Cent'anni!!
Anthony has now finished cleaning the charcoal grill. He walks over to grab a beer.
Anthony: "Madon, dat thing was atrocious!"
Carlo: "Blame ya uncle kid."
Rocco: "Aaay! You will both thank me later when ya steaks taste like fuckin' Heaven!"
Rocco: *hands Anthony an Old Paisan* "You earned it!"
Anthony: "Tanks."
Rocco: "How was Dominic?"
Anthony: "OK, looked a little down."
Rocco: "Down? Like how?"
Anthony: "Oh, dat reminds me, here..." *reaches in pocket and hands Rocco his money back*
Rocco: "What's dis?"
Anthony: "Dom said ya money's no good wit him."
Rocco: *takes the crisp, folded up Franklin, sniffles* "Dat's a sweet ol' man right dare!"
Carlo: "Jeez, Rock, you cryin?"
Rocco: "Hey! Don't judge me for feeling gratitude! People do nice things, it touches me."
Anthony: "Said it was da least he could do, since the store was closin."
Rocco: "Who's doin what??"
Anthony: "Closin. The liquor store. He's gettin' evicted. New owners of the building or somethin'."
Rocco: "Well we'll just see about dat!!" *wipes eyes and looks angry*
Carlo: "We gettin' deez steaks on or what?"
Rocco: "Prepare yourselves for bovine bliss, cocksuckas!"
Carlo goes in for the meat as Rocco gets the chimney starter going. Anthony pulls up a white plastic
lawn chair and it's Sunday afternoon in New Fuckin' Jersey. Oooooooh!!!
; )
