BBQ just keeps getting better and better. Now they have a fan that blows all that pesky, greasy smoke away from the eaters. I wasn’t paying attention one day and got this in the face. Bad news on the VMH front as I have lost my recorder…will life ever be the same?
The images are of some science fiction scenario. I wonder how ET tastes.
Life on the BBQ streets looks pretty steamy and grueling. A lost recorder could also hamper the production of a cabin album. I hope it is found! Perhaps check the last place you had it?
Wasn’t this Deckard’s favourite spot for food? Be nice if those were hover cars and scooters, though.