I put this grill together all by myself. The festivities began around 6:00pm and we ate promptly at 9:00pm. There is nothing better than slow cooked chicken, that's what I always say.
Over all it was an enjoyable evening full of jazz, laughter, Leonard insisting he has all white women figured out, and topped off with him selling me out to the cute boy in our building.
He made it up to me with flowers and probably the nicest compliment I have ever received. "Della, you know you look better than that meat you're cooking." Oh, Leonard.
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the grill looks deceivingly big in that first picture...
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