BratWORST

Sometimes the best stories come from just the down time when you're away from work or school or stage, and your mom makes bratwurst on the grill... and then on the stove, an hour later, ... for an hour... because she cooked them for two hours, and they were still pink.

I don't eat meat, so luckily, I dont have to worry about my mother's whimsical and confusing phantom charcoal and posessed sausage.




(i could hear the bratwurst chime...for hours!)