Kill A Cow Friday

Every week we host Kill A Cow Friday
"An event that is not for the faint of heart"

It all began in the Greek ghetto many years ago when Pantyman discovered his two great passions, shopping for the finest cut of beef in the city when he should have been scouting locations for some totally lame ass TV show or movie about something unbelievable at best, and the BBQ, his sacred possession that gets him through the week!
With the loyal support of his wife, two children and the other families within the gated community "the compound", every Saturday they humour Pete (not me, the other one) as he sets up even in snow for another spiritual BBQ featuring two inch thick steaks from his secret beef source, Jolly Foods "opps, sorry Pete everyone knows now".
So after many sad and lonely Saturday nights away from the Greek Ghetto not knowing what I would do without Pantyman, and after a pain staking search for meat that would rival Pantyman's we have found our version of Saturday! "Kill A Cow Friday"
FYI, Saturday is movie night at the community hall, so you see it had to be Friday, even though this one guy "Peanut" that operates heavy machinery (Patron Saint of Heavy Machinery actually) thinks we should have it on Wednesday night because he works weekends, one would wonder if he thinks the world revolves around him!
Anyway, it is nothing close to Pantyman Saturday, but it will have to suffice, being on a little island where all we can find is free range grass feed drug free cows that graze on acres of waterfront property over looking endless sunsets!
We now have a formula that is working and the four founding members seem sufficiently suffonsified! We currently have a Sommelier (AKA Mixologist), BBQ Commodore, BBQ Rear Commodore, and a Social Convener.
So if you want to come to "Kill A Cow Friday" and you are either an ex-pat from Pantyman Saturdays or have the ability to operate heavy machinery, dig fence post holes 2 feet deep in less than two minutes through solid rock, pick rocks faster than Judith, or weed the garden endlessly, feel free to fill out a membership application, find a female sponsor (men cannot be trusted when it comes to meat), be interviewed in person at the Greek Ghetto by the famous Pantyman (must bring sacred offering of beer of course), and shower the founding members with gifts of chocolate, salt, wine, etc, etc, etc at there doorstep ever morning until they feel you are worthy. "Kill A Cow Friday" may be just what you've been searching for!
I am sure this is how the Mason's got started! ;)