From the pic I’d say that a double stack. Very nice too.
February 19, 2016 at 1:14 pm
West Rhino
WOOF!
February 19, 2016 at 1:15 pm
West Rhino
tho double stack sounds more like a pancake house, double rack OTOH
February 18, 2016 at 11:33 pm
WayneM
Jan is one of the few who can give Sam a run for the money… and although she still has leftward leanings, I think Jan recognizes the progressive movement for what it is… and what it is not…
February 19, 2016 at 12:17 am
interventor
Looks like one leans left and the other right.
February 19, 2016 at 1:00 am
JSStryker
Let us not forget Naomi she is also stacked and packed!
February 18, 2016 at 11:52 pm
Spin Drift
Will the DDQ have natural tappers or be bottle fed?
Anybody remember the signs dotting US 27 back in the 60’s for Ol’ South BBQ Ranch in Clewiston FL? Witty little ditties every mile or so.
DD is off the beaten path, so some highway signs will bring ’em in, but more witty titties than ditties for the DDQ…
That shot of Jan, one of Sam of course, maybe even the Israeli chick, waist-up with a Stetson, a wink and a grin, okay maybe some pasties, and the tag lines:
“Come on in to the DDQ for a Full Rack! Mmm Good!”
“Are ya hungry now? Come to DDQ! We have The Meat!”
And Chris’s: “DDQ…It’s what’s For Dinner!”
The write themselves, don’t they?
February 19, 2016 at 5:23 am
noncom
“The best way to save face is to keep the bottom half shut…..or stuff your mouth at the DDQ”…..yeah, I remember those signs…..great memory….only got my dad to stop there once….in about 1962…it was pretty good, as I remember….
February 19, 2016 at 7:36 am
MasterDiver
Don’t turn back-
Go one instead-
The DDQ-
Is just ahead
There’s a new BBQ place that recently opened up in my town here in coastal SoCal (called CJ’s BBQ) and it is AMAZING!
Now, if only they’d rename it CJ’s DDQ and had the ladies on staff wear what Jan is wearing (or not wearing)… *sigh*
February 19, 2016 at 8:05 pm
JSStryker
Used to eat at the Old South every time I passed through Clewiston when I still lived in FL.
February 19, 2016 at 1:24 am
Pamela
Where does Jan buy her brassieres and does that style come in assorted colors?
February 19, 2016 at 1:29 am
Th3o Moore
In my neck of the woods we often have anti gun freaks putting themselves into danger. Bear Spray is often recommended for those afraid to carry a rifle while enjoying the gorgeous countryside. Alas, while everything said about wasp spray is true, wasp spray will stop a bear in its tracks at three times the range of bear pepper spray. Wasp spray is more effective at 20 feet then even a 30 06 in a steady mans hands. Do not mess with a griz.
February 19, 2016 at 5:19 am
Th3o Moore
PS: One year we had to kill a bear in our scout camp. (I was not there that week) You know how hard it is to convince scouts not to keep candy in their tents? They put their candy in the lockboxes that summer. In a different year, I was fortunate enough to have every boy in my camp that week to qualify for the dime club. Good memories.
February 19, 2016 at 8:51 am
eon
years ago, I read about a ‘deep green’ who went to Alaska to study brownies. a bush piolt dropped him off on a flat next to a river, and when the pilot asked him where his rifle was, he exploded in the pilot’s face that he would never harm an innocent animal, and instead proudly displayed his spray can of bear repellent (OC, a bit milder than what you’re allowed to use on people due to Ol’Ephraim’s sensitive nose and eyes).
The pilot took off, and as he circled back, he saw the guy writhing on the ground. thinking he’d been snakebit or something, he landed, found out what had happened, bundled him back into the plane, and flew him to the nearest hospital, Fairbanks IIRC.
Yes, you guessed it. Confusing “bear repellent” with “bug repellent”, he’d sprayed himself.
Not only are deep-ecos delusional about most subjects, they also tend to not bother to read instructions.
Still better off than the nutball who took his girlfriend there to commune with the fisherbears who had “accepted” him as one of them…bears ate ’em of course, and there’s audio of it all.
Hey, fishin’ was slow, and bears gotta eat.
February 19, 2016 at 6:27 pm
John Greer
Did they get their Darwin Awards?
February 19, 2016 at 9:42 am
Old Codger
“Not only are deep-ecos leftists/progressives delusional about most subjects, they also tend to not bother to read instructions.”
There. Fixed it for ya. 😉
February 19, 2016 at 1:31 am
B Woodman
After all the comments above. . . . . I got nothin’. As was said, some things write themselves, and the above is well written.
Had to wipe the drool of my face – I am sooo hungry now. Thanks Chris – keep it up.
February 19, 2016 at 11:10 am
Spin Drift
We got your shreaded and chopped but if you want it pulled you’re gonna have to get right up in the saddle. The DDQ where the men are men, the sauce is hot and the fingers you lick don’t have to be your own.
Spin
Molon Labe
War Damn Eagle
TrusTed
February 19, 2016 at 2:16 pm
Pamela
Sucking the sauce off bones is acceptable, but please be careful in the gnawing.
I was in Germany visiting my daughter, she insisted we visit a restaurant in Poland for a surprise. It was about as close to BBQ you will get in Europe, trust the Georgia girl to find a BBQ joint.
They used a wood fired oven, the shoulder hock/picnic, trotter attached, was brined and then put in the ash pit under the oven on a spike, trotter up towards the fire. Apparently they get put in when they fire up the oven to bake the bread before daybreak, low and slow.
When it’s done and the skin a marvelous crispy they whisk broom the ashes off, you get the whole damn thing delivered with a flourish. Crack the skin with the handle of your knife and dig in, outstanding.
Making the waiter understand I wanted hot vinegar was difficult, they speak English, sorta, my German is very rusty, got wine vinegar with hot paprika in it, worked.
If you visit Europe and bypass Poland, Hungary and the Czech Republic, you missed out. It’s like the Germany I remember from my childhood.
P.S. Nobody prays in the streets there.
February 19, 2016 at 3:14 pm
capn
Don’t try passing
on a slope
especially with
a pair to scope
DDQ for BBQ
1 mile ahead
=====
Did I hear “Swimming hole scenes”?
sign me up ….
February 19, 2016 at 3:17 pm
capn
maybe DDQ 4 BBQ ?
I’m sure I heard the phrase “Swimming hole scenes”.
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Thank you, JTC, payment is on its way to you.
🙂
BTW – I don’t carry Wasp Spray, my custom Glock 27 does a much better job. And I always shoot to live, not shoot to kill.
WASP spray = Polo 😉
Polo? Is *that* what the one IT guy wears where I work? It sure smells like bug spray.
Kimber custom classic in .45acp. Puts nice big holes right where I want them. What more can you ask for?
So, you’re saying it’s a smart gun?
Nope. Just accurate.
Ozymandias, 5.56, since some perps and tangos just could be wearing armor
Treat me like zombies – head shots.
Great week of toons…BBQ and boobehs…thanks very much.
It’s what’s for dinner®.
The Unb-eatable Combination!
Damn right! 😀
Is she stretching that bra down, or is it an open-shelf design? Luv the open-shelf bra.
She’s bringing it up over those gorgeous globes. They’re getting dressed.
Someone needs to introduce her to that lingerie style: http://www.luxxa.com/us/item/thong-sets/luxxa-sexy-set/12482/lion-1-2-sein-ouvert.htm
Then she can tell Sam about it =D.
WOOF!!
front loaders?
From the pic I’d say that a double stack. Very nice too.
WOOF!
tho double stack sounds more like a pancake house, double rack OTOH
Jan is one of the few who can give Sam a run for the money… and although she still has leftward leanings, I think Jan recognizes the progressive movement for what it is… and what it is not…
Looks like one leans left and the other right.
Let us not forget Naomi she is also stacked and packed!
Will the DDQ have natural tappers or be bottle fed?
Spin
Molon Labe
War Damn Eagle
TrusTed
Both, of course.
Stay thirsty, my friend…..
Anybody remember the signs dotting US 27 back in the 60’s for Ol’ South BBQ Ranch in Clewiston FL? Witty little ditties every mile or so.
DD is off the beaten path, so some highway signs will bring ’em in, but more witty titties than ditties for the DDQ…
That shot of Jan, one of Sam of course, maybe even the Israeli chick, waist-up with a Stetson, a wink and a grin, okay maybe some pasties, and the tag lines:
“Come on in to the DDQ for a Full Rack! Mmm Good!”
“Are ya hungry now? Come to DDQ! We have The Meat!”
And Chris’s: “DDQ…It’s what’s For Dinner!”
The write themselves, don’t they?
“The best way to save face is to keep the bottom half shut…..or stuff your mouth at the DDQ”…..yeah, I remember those signs…..great memory….only got my dad to stop there once….in about 1962…it was pretty good, as I remember….
Don’t turn back-
Go one instead-
The DDQ-
Is just ahead
Damon-shave
There’s a new BBQ place that recently opened up in my town here in coastal SoCal (called CJ’s BBQ) and it is AMAZING!
Now, if only they’d rename it CJ’s DDQ and had the ladies on staff wear what Jan is wearing (or not wearing)… *sigh*
Used to eat at the Old South every time I passed through Clewiston when I still lived in FL.
Where does Jan buy her brassieres and does that style come in assorted colors?
In my neck of the woods we often have anti gun freaks putting themselves into danger. Bear Spray is often recommended for those afraid to carry a rifle while enjoying the gorgeous countryside. Alas, while everything said about wasp spray is true, wasp spray will stop a bear in its tracks at three times the range of bear pepper spray. Wasp spray is more effective at 20 feet then even a 30 06 in a steady mans hands. Do not mess with a griz.
PS: One year we had to kill a bear in our scout camp. (I was not there that week) You know how hard it is to convince scouts not to keep candy in their tents? They put their candy in the lockboxes that summer. In a different year, I was fortunate enough to have every boy in my camp that week to qualify for the dime club. Good memories.
years ago, I read about a ‘deep green’ who went to Alaska to study brownies. a bush piolt dropped him off on a flat next to a river, and when the pilot asked him where his rifle was, he exploded in the pilot’s face that he would never harm an innocent animal, and instead proudly displayed his spray can of bear repellent (OC, a bit milder than what you’re allowed to use on people due to Ol’Ephraim’s sensitive nose and eyes).
The pilot took off, and as he circled back, he saw the guy writhing on the ground. thinking he’d been snakebit or something, he landed, found out what had happened, bundled him back into the plane, and flew him to the nearest hospital, Fairbanks IIRC.
Yes, you guessed it. Confusing “bear repellent” with “bug repellent”, he’d sprayed himself.
Not only are deep-ecos delusional about most subjects, they also tend to not bother to read instructions.
cheers
eon
Still better off than the nutball who took his girlfriend there to commune with the fisherbears who had “accepted” him as one of them…bears ate ’em of course, and there’s audio of it all.
Hey, fishin’ was slow, and bears gotta eat.
Did they get their Darwin Awards?
“Not only are
deep-ecosleftists/progressives delusional about most subjects, they also tend to not bother to read instructions.”There. Fixed it for ya. 😉
After all the comments above. . . . . I got nothin’. As was said, some things write themselves, and the above is well written.
Sometimes. The answer is so obvious!
Nicely done, Chris!
And there are still those “in power” who know them. Miscellaneous politicos, and so on. The big dogs can come visit yet?
Looks about time for a trip to the swimming hole, IMHO.
Satisfy your cravings with DDQ
DDQ
Come for the BBQ,
Stay for the view.
Heh, well done…
Had to wipe the drool of my face – I am sooo hungry now. Thanks Chris – keep it up.
We got your shreaded and chopped but if you want it pulled you’re gonna have to get right up in the saddle. The DDQ where the men are men, the sauce is hot and the fingers you lick don’t have to be your own.
Spin
Molon Labe
War Damn Eagle
TrusTed
Sucking the sauce off bones is acceptable, but please be careful in the gnawing.
Just…..wow…… 🙂
I was in Germany visiting my daughter, she insisted we visit a restaurant in Poland for a surprise. It was about as close to BBQ you will get in Europe, trust the Georgia girl to find a BBQ joint.
They used a wood fired oven, the shoulder hock/picnic, trotter attached, was brined and then put in the ash pit under the oven on a spike, trotter up towards the fire. Apparently they get put in when they fire up the oven to bake the bread before daybreak, low and slow.
When it’s done and the skin a marvelous crispy they whisk broom the ashes off, you get the whole damn thing delivered with a flourish. Crack the skin with the handle of your knife and dig in, outstanding.
Making the waiter understand I wanted hot vinegar was difficult, they speak English, sorta, my German is very rusty, got wine vinegar with hot paprika in it, worked.
If you visit Europe and bypass Poland, Hungary and the Czech Republic, you missed out. It’s like the Germany I remember from my childhood.
P.S. Nobody prays in the streets there.
Don’t try passing
on a slope
especially with
a pair to scope
DDQ for BBQ
1 mile ahead
=====
Did I hear “Swimming hole scenes”?
sign me up ….
maybe DDQ 4 BBQ ?
I’m sure I heard the phrase “Swimming hole scenes”.
Udderly Delicious!
I liked O.C.’s upthread, with a little edit:
Come for the ‘Q
Stay for the view
DDQ
Of course quite a few would be better lured in thusly:
Come for the view
Stay for the ‘Q
DDQ
Whoa Nelly
It can’t be
A full belly
For all to see
DDQ
Spin
Low cut evening dress
A fabric holder to suppress
The sarong for Tahitians
Hiding two Artesians
DDQ
Spin
I think I have located the subject for a strip you.
http://berniesingles.com/
Bernie sanders has a dating site now.
Oh, HELL, no. May they all “dank” in hell.
(danke schon)
Webster:
Dank: wet and cold in a way that is unpleasant
Seems about right.
All I can say is James Bond’s Q has nothing on DDQ’s Q