From a far-flung corner of the interweb I've stumbled upon this place,BBQ, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfum'd sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
A refugee seeking refuge in Chinkistan,
Have I reached my native shore?
Enough bullshit! My hello to you all!!!