Dirty-looking white guy standing over a grill? We’re talking to you. Your mix of flannel and apron is neither aesthetically pleasing nor oozing sex appeal. And let’s face it, you’re probably going to burn the shit out of those steaks and end up ordering Domino’s anyway.
Listen, I’m a man. It seems like you can’t throw a spear in this town without alerting the authorities or hitting an op-ed about