Man, this is fact. If you can't afford to have a cookout, don't have a cookout. If you can't afford to pay two extra dollars for name brand pop, if you can't afford actual Doritos and not 'Nacho Cheese Triangles', then don't have a cookout. Just invite your sister, brother and your parents.
Only if someone says, "Yip Yip," to the sky bison just before it is killed to give the steaks that special Aang flavor.You probably only eat farm raised Narnian chicken born with 3 wings. You don't eat regular steak, only sky bison fillets, smoked with wood from the tree of life. You only drink the finest Kool aid. Made with Tibetan spring water blessed by virgin monks. Your Doritos are hand picked from the production line by Blind Asian women, then coughed on by beyoncé herself before the bag is sealed. Tell us more about your fabulous BBQ's.
Fuck it. Pretty much all that’s left on my list except a midget. Rawwwwww