It's completely OK to laugh at this because no one got hurt: A truck carrying 50,000 pounds of beef ribs caught fire last night near Hazel Crest. Authorities don't know what exact cut of rib the truck was hauling, but made plenty of barbecue jokes. Mmm, barbecue smell.
That reminds us of a terrible, wonderful game a pal taught us as teenagers. When you smell a fart—or anything awful, really—say "mmm, barbecue." Everyone loves BBQ smell, so they'll all take a big whiff. But it won't be the delicious aroma of cooking meats that bombards their nostrils. It will be eau de butt. Baaahahaha, that game is so fun. Speaking of weird random stuff, this is an odd but entrancing site about beef myology. [Trib, beef rib image from Beef Retail]



Margaret! I never played that game. I like that you used the word "wonderful" when describing it. Because wonderful is the word that comes to mind when describing the smell emitted by the brown sound.
I was kidding about that last comment, just to clarify. Wonderful might not be the first word to use.
I suspect the wonderfulness of the game would all depend on whether or not you're doing the smelting or the dealting. Or in this case, the cooking or the tasting.
Eww.
In the paper, the guy was quoted saying that the ribs were not sauced.
Mmmm. Ribs.
those poor cows :(
hey. what's that smell?
is that...chocolate?
oh yeah...