My friend of pig roast fame issued me and the Yard Man an invitatation once again to attend his marvelous porcine event. Gerry's 37th Annual Pig Roast.
When the bell rang, signifying that that piggy was at the ready, Gerry's friends flocked to the tables. Beyond the piggy-filled roaster were all the side dishes carried in by us guests.
There was a steady rain falling as the food lines formed,
and most other years Gerry's pig roasts happened to fall on sunny days (which made eating the plates of food a whole lot easier [because the picnic tables were dry]). However, I'm sure everyone else, like me, read the slogan on that cake and laughed, then dropped the first word and the last.
Thanks, Gerry! Pig Roast Great!
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