I checked it extensively. the plastic wrap was still sealed, it was dated the same day. I washed everything, then let it marinate in my "special sauce" for a good hour. Then, to the George Foreman Grill!
And I was right. It was great! And, I'm still here. So, naysayers, I had eight bucks worth of T-bone for three bucks. Who's the sucker now? Buy Street Meat, and be merry. At least I'm not like this sicko.
Here's how it started:
I was sitting at about 3PM in front of my favorite coffee shop, talking to a friend about his new web page. Next thing I know, I'm standing next to a homeless guy who's stumbled up.
"Hey buddy," he whispers, "I've got about sixty pounds of T-bones in this backpack." WHAT!?
He offered me the whole thing for thirty bucks. What a deal! But I've only got a twenty on me.
Most of my bastard friends had wandered off at this point, as this fella seems "sketchy". And even the couple that stayed wouldn't lend me the cash! But I couldn't let this go by. So I bought one of his steaks for three bucks. It's a T-bone, probably cost around eight bucks in the store, and it will taste great with the salad I'm going to make.
Now, the thing is my friends are all saying, "What are you doing!? I wouldn't eat that!" Which I don't get. It's sealed, dated today, he kept them on ice, (yes, in his bag,) and it'll be cooked. What's the big deal, bitch?
