There is nothing better to end a week full of concerns that make a barbecue with friends. That can attest to my great friends but not many are. Especially when it is generally Don Roe, Bone I, who, after making all share should go to the market to buy meat, buy coal, clean the patio where it will hold the meeting, expected to reach all the time , call for latecomers, clean the grill where it will cook the roast, put the coal in a pile for effect prefect little volcano, light the charcoal, which lights up compactly monitor, put the grill and finish up clean and coat, put the meat, monitor the cooking, finish making the salad, serve choripanes, turn the meat to prevent drying, control the amount of salt, serve the meat, go watch the rest while everyone eats meat , pick up the dishes, clean a little table, serving wine, send them to buy more wine, talking all afternoon or evening of pelotudeces, fire the drunk, waking up early to clean the yard where it was the barbecue, washing dishes the day before, woke up call to see how drunks and try to rest the undertow of all that lived, and then begin another week full of worries. There is nothing better than a barbecue, but in a restaurant. At least there, pay more, but we are not as long as Don Roe.
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