Trying to feel good. Trying to smile. Trying not to think about thinking and it’s making me ill. Not sick. Fuckin ill. Back on up on that. Or marinade… Well fucking A! Did someone say marinade? Let’s talk preventative theory here. I wanna prevent you from being dry. I want to eat you. I need you to be moist.While the ribs are in the oven. … Continue reading Ribs For Her Pleasure: A Dr. S Chronicle