If you don't know about NOMA Summer Screen then you obviously don't know about the best bbq in the district, Smokin' Somethin' (their logo is a pig getting high from a grill bong which I think is pure genius). I make this claim on the basis of their North Carolina vinegar sauce, super secret sweet bbq sauce, and baked beans that would make you commit treason.
Tonight the NoMA BID present E.T.-and what better to comfort your tears and warm fuzzies than FREE BBQ.
BYT is giving away two Smokin' Somethin' BBQ dinners to the person who tells me the name and species of their favorite stuffed animal.
I'll go first: CUPCAKE, a navy blue dog who I will love forever and will never lose because he has a purple collar around his neck with my childhood address.
God loves a cheerful giver.
I am my favorite stuffed animal.
Don't eat meat so this post has lost it's appeal. listen to ____________
Patito Farrel - He is a small stuffed yellow duck made out of terry cloth which my big bro bought for me the day I was born. So i've had this little guy for 23 years. As for the name....I was (still am?) a weird hispanic little kid and the name just felt/feels right.
Mr. Kitty was my little guy. I carried him around for about 10 years. He was a orange and white stuffed cat. I made mom by him cat food and my uncle came over drunk one time and ate it. He thought it was tuna. LOL
That is actually a grill hookah... thank you very much....
I have a stuffed Siberian Tiger Named Roy G. Biv. Roy brings good luck to road trips and guards my bed from the drunken mistakes of evil women. He's piss poor at the last part but makes up for it in tactful docility on the road.
THEY HAVE VEGETARIAN AND VEGAN BBQ TOO!
My faaavvvoorrriitteee stuffed animal's name is Meh-Meh Jr. and he is a sock monkey. There is another Meh-Meh, but he isn't as cool. I sewed Meh-Meh Jr. by hand and let's keep it PC and say that he looks Very Special. His mouth is crooked, his limbs are too long and his eyes are not only far apart, but also look in different directions. As a child I somehow got into the habit of personifying goofy looking and/or imperfect toys. It was my job to love them because I felt no one else would- quite a cross a bear as a kid. I blame this quirk (or, compulsion?) for my love of Meh-Meh Jr., but my dear sock monkey will always have a place in my bed, no matter what my boyfriend says.
bear sterns was my bear, but i executed him by defenestration from a car when i thought i was a communist at age 4.