Wanting to settle things once and for all with Guy from Meathenge, the BBCC sent Boyman off to Richmond. But to his mild surprise, Guy seemed to know what was coming. He had gathered together several influential food bloggers from around the Bay Area in his backyard, thus making it a far too public place. To further distract Boyman from his mission, Guy had pulled out all the stops and cast a stupification spell with the intoxicating smell of cooking meat. Cooking Meat. Everything wrapped in bacon. Some giant snake of a sauage. More bacon.
There was some other stuff on the tables but you know the power meat has.
Took the time to meat, or meet rather, a relation of Guy's responsible for Blastmilk who was also pouring absinthe. The rest of the time was spent busily preparing cups of drip coffee in the kitchen with son of Meathenge Elijah. He was doing so well, we might have to give him a BBCC name. Boyboy isn't taken...
Oh so stuffed. Next time Meathenge...next time.