The man who created the only good BBQ in Seattle has passed on.
Gene Porter of Dixie’s BBQ died of cancer at the age of 71. I had no idea he was that old.
He was famous for “The Man” sauce and taunting people with it by walking around his joint with this pot of pinkish-purple death. [...]
Probably the worst dose of God’s wrath year in and year out is the tornado. It’s difficult to describe how the threat of a tornado makes you feel to the uninitiated.
Easter is over; it’s time to make up for lost time with whatever you gave up for Lent. If it’s sex, take it slow. Rufus is just saying…
Sunrise Mass comes a little too early on Easter. Rufus thinks Jesus loves him just as much at 10 a.m. than he does at 6 a.m. Jesus suffered so Rufus doesn’t have to, right?
There’s something about Jesus, our Lord and Savior, that Rufus just doesn’t get behind: He’s just too nice.
The first prayers of spring are usually reserved for helping to prevent hayfever, tornados, plague of locusts and a relatively familiar woman with a large belly knocking on our door. Unfortunately, the economy won’t let us pray to help us through the simple things in life.
