"Don't worry, I'm still 4 or 5 kettles away from being That creepy guy down the street with all the Webers"
That would be a great tag for Buckie!
We all may be "that creepy guy down the street with all the Webers" to our neighbors but it's those same neighbors that eat the shit out of what we all turn out from our beloved kettles at block parties....just sayin.
I love it when we do cookouts in our cul de sac and all my neighbors (whom I like and they are all nice people) roll up with there huge gassers and there fancy tools in a brief case when my redhead is all hot 'n ready to go and my tools hang off her lip. Then it invariably turns into a "I like charcoal, but just don't have time for it" says the one thats my age, another, the older guy says "I started with a Weber, then I moved up in the world" one of the ladies ask me chuckling "teee heee how many grills do you have, Craig!?" as she's munching on one of my burgers mind you, to which my Wife blurts "Amen!"
I love 'em all but they really piss me off sometimes. Ok, I get it, you have gas! I have charcoal, a lot of charcoals and thats that.
And I like the flavor better. It makes cleaning my ashholes after a couple of cooks worth it. Someday soon, I'm gonna climb over that anticharcoal wall of my neighbor's and it's gonna be GLORIOUS!