billy dee williams

21cm MII prewashed, size 30. bought them on march 2007 for around $434. drycleaned at the beginning. then machine washed inside-out according to directions twice, once each previous months (june, then july), and now just sit in my closet. some wear at the back right pocket, and a patch-up due to jumping a fence. the silver "Dior" lettering has faded on the inside leather tag, but it is still slightly visible.

letting em go for $200 shipped obo in the USA. paypal.

edit: nvm. fucking shill bidders are homo

It was late. We happened to be walking on the same path. I knew you were nervous--I would be too if I was a petite female, walking alone on a desolate and dark city street at 1:00 a.m.

You were about fifty feet in front of me. I was going to turn right. You turned right. Soon, I was going to turn left. You turned left. I tried walking slower to let you get ahead of me. Unfortunately, you decided to walk slower at the exact moment I did. I then decided to start walking very fast, so that I could pass you by, let you be in control of the situation by being behind me. You started walking fast at the exact moment I did.

I considered taking another turn or stopping for a smoke. Anything to let you get way ahead of me, to get me off of your path so that you could relax because I know you thought you were being followed by a strange man. It was cold as fuck outside though, so I continued walking toward my destination, a parking garage. I somehow knew this was your destination as well.

You walked into the sanctuary of the garage, and I paused to have a smoke. With the luck I was having, you were probably parked right next to me and the coincidence would press the situation enough for me to get maced, I thought.

The freezing wind helped me smoke my cigarette down to the filter in record time, but I thought my nicotine break gave you enough time to get to your car without some strange guy on your heels. I got in the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor, where I was parked.

The elevator stopped on floor 3. The doors opened. And there you were. You forgot where you parked. I wouldn't have been offended if you didn't get on the elevator, but you did. You shrank away from me, and I could your fear along with the strong fragrance of whatever alcohol you had been drinking all evening. You didn't push a button on the elvator. Of course, you were getting off on my floor. Shit.

I wanted to get off the elevator first to show you that I wasn't stalking you, to let you walk behind me for a change. Unfortunately, when the elevator doors parted you were off like a horse at the gate. You walked fast, I walked slowly. We were both headed in the same direction, again. It was at this point that I started to become a bit angry, not so much at you, but at the truths of society that helped to create this uncomfortable situation. So I walked slowly, and felt like the killer in a B horror movie who always catches up with the victim no matter how slowly he walks or how quickly the female victim runs.

To make things worse, a penny was stuck in the grooves of the sole of my shoe. You walked quickly, and behind you you heard the "clink-clomp" of my shoe and penny laden shoe hitting the hard concrete. You panicked at this point, I think. Thankfully, you I saw you turn left up the ramp, and I went right, toward my car.

The parking deck was empty of cars, save mine and one parked right next to it. I absolutely knew the car next to mine was yours. You were now wandering around the sixth floor I think, either avoiding me and waiting for me to leave or truly drunk and lost. I got in my car, started it up and let it warm up a bit. I wanted to help you. . .and then I saw you in my rearview mirror. Miss, whomever you are, please don't ever accept a ninja or spy job, because you are horrible at trying to conceal yourself from view. Maybe it was the bright pink scarf dangling over the edge of the ramp or the fact that you were perched right underneath a bright halogen lamp, but I could not only see you trying to hide, watching me in my car, but you stuck out like a turd in a punch bowl.

I sighed, put my car into gear, and backed out of my space. I backed out a bit too far, cut the wheel and found my headlights right on you, completely illuminating and exposing your already horrible hiding place. Your eyes looked haunted, like that famous National Geographic cover featuring the woman with the 'haunted eyes.'

The apology: I'm truly, truly sorry that at that point I flashed my brights and honked my horn at you like I was firing a machine gun. You jumped and, I think, screamed, but at this point the whole situation had gone too far for me. I also think you needed to sober up a bit more before you got behind the wheel of your car.

As I pulled away, I smiled and waved at you. You gave me the finger. I probably deserved your wrath at this point, but please: In the future, get someone to walk you back or take a cab. You stink at being stealthy. I hope your hangover wasn't too bad.

a little bit of tuna sashimi, poke style

ribs, again

i been drinkin all day since noon, and out of nowhere dis black dude came up to me, he gave me this big ass thing of vics for $2.50 and a cigarette. i am tossed. peace

this thing disappointed me a bit. doesn't seem to get close enough.

just dont use the attatchments.

reason i dont use razors is cuz i remember a few times, i went thru a whole pack of cartridges just to clean my shit. and with the current prices of cartridges, shit is just unethical.

i am drunk on a daily basis

this thing is the shit. use this thing to rid my dick, nuts, and ass of pubes. use it in the shower, is awesome

http://www.brownsfashion.com/product/designers/index/men/balenciaga/94851.htm

kinda like these

what the fuck

blasphemy

????

billy dee!!!!!!!!!

bodega was all out, son no joke.

day off

3 racks of ribs. same formula as last time, except i decided to go the 5 hour stretch this time.

btw, love the fighting fish +rep

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borrowing someone else's pics right now since i misplaced my camera (will host my own in a little bit when i find it), but theyre basically just like this in this condition. worn a few times, unhemmed, unwashed. slight creases, no fade or wear. if you wear a 31 in 19cm, these will fit you well.

asking xxxxxxxxxxxx shipped in the usa.

via the supermarket

do you rip off the bottom membrane? Smoke rings dont seem so evident.

i always peel the membrane off... i also give the underside where the membrade would be, a dry rub as well

smoke ring is there. just look on the outer edges of the ribs (maybe its the cam flash that is making em hard to see???). ive had the "smoke ring" all the way thru before, ie. the whole thing was tinted pinkish-red. but that day i decided to cut down on the mesquite, and use a smaller combo of hickory + mesquite at the same time. smoke flavor also gets trapped in the sauce as you let it caramelize, so thats a bonus...

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just felt like ribs as of lately. also been practicing my technique, i want to get as competition-style as possible.

4:30 mins this time, @ 200-225 degrees the whole way. added a woodchunk of hickory & mesquite every hour (total of two woodchunks every hour), and sprayed with a 50/50 mix of apple juice/gentleman jack every 30 minutes. for the sauce, decided to go with sweet baby rays + honey, but didnt put as much sauce as i did last time. also sprayed the sauce before i let it caramelize for 30 mins. dry rub of onion powder, garlic powder, garlic salt, sea salt, fresh ground black pepper, thyme, paprika, cumin, white sugar, brown sugar, turbinado sugar, white pepper, a little extra hot indian chili powder, and a little msg.

45 mins left, before and after sauce + honey

done.

Have you ever tried smoking the meat with just the rub (no sauce)? Looks freakin good regardless.

tried it once, with the sauce on the side and just dipped it in. but i prefer my ribs wet...

smoked for 4 hours at 200-225 degrees the whole way, mesquite wood for the first 3 hours, and hickory for the last hour. also 5 briquettes of coals every hour so it doesnt get too hot. i realized it was getting too hot before due to the amount of coals i was putting in, which is why i could never get up to a full 4 hours.

dry rub of raw cane sugar, brown sugar, chili powder, fresh ground black pepper, white pepper, sea salt, thyme, garlic powder, onion powder, cumin, and a little msg. let it sit in the fridge for two days. sweet baby ray's sauce the last 15 minutes.

2 hours into it, adding more wood and coals

15 minutes left, before and after slathering on the sauce

and...done

ive been eating ribs like crazy lately

good ol' viking piss. its actually no bad, for the price. the big ass can is only 3 bucks.