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Hello again to all our wonderful friends.
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Our testimonial this week comes from Sal Watts’ sister, Aida Embling, who was inspired to write to us after reading Sal’s story about Wattsy’s unbelievable strength attributed to 5 Star Mobile Meats.
“For those of you who know Steve and I, you’ll know we have just moved to Port Geographe to be closer to Wayne and Julie and 5 Star Mobile Meats. It’s also great to be close to Sal and Dave, and Steve has already dethroned “Popeye” Watts as Port Geographes strongest man. Our family BBQ’s are quite amazing, watching Steve and Popeye trying to outdo each other. Mind you, when you’ve got the best Beef and Lamb money can buy, it’s always gonna be delicious. I’d recommend 5 Star Mobile Meats to everybody. “ Aida Embling.
Recipe of the week. Click here to view recipe for "Corned Silverside to Die For".
For those of you who know Trotty, you’re probably aware he has written a book, and is waiting for a reply from the Publisher’s. For this week’s humour, he has written this poem, which we’re sure you can all relate to.
THE MORE YOU DRINK, THE MORE YOU THINK.
I’ve got a little theory, that I thought I’d like to share About the effects of alcohol, and how it does impair The experts tell us too much grog can damage certain organs And change your personality, turning good guys into Gorgans.
They also tell us, in excess, it can do things to your brain By destroying certain brain cells, but this I can explain Remember all the stories, we learnt way back in school About Natural Selection, and why the Lions rule.
Wilderbeast all live in herds, and lions love to eat ‘em But when they stick together, it’s really hard to beat ‘em So the lions use their patience, and play the waiting game And wait till one of the dumber ones, eventually goes lame.
He’s easy pickings then you see, the lions are on a winner The Wilderbeast with the broken leg, will be tomorrows dinner So what has this got to do, with grog, I hear you say After reading this next bit, you’ll be drinking everyday
The brain cells keep real close you see, and like to stay that way But when the grog surrounds them, a few begin to stray. But these are the real dumb ones, the smart ones stay real close And the evil Mr Alcohol, he knows he can’t get those
So he feasts upon the dumb ones who have wandered from the herd. Killing off those brain cells, which I know might sound absurd But think of what I’m saying, and now just for a starter How many people do you know, who when they drink—get smarter.
I know a hundred blokes or more who after a couple of beers Reckon they know everything, and bore everyone to tears They turn into Mr Know-It-All, and Mr Smarty-Pants And even sometimes instantly, can learn to River Dance
It’s not proved scientifically, but I’ll bet that you agree You know someone just like this, who after two or three Will suddenly become the smartest bloke, who’s always right He is right, you are wrong, and black’s not black, it’s white.
The more you drink the more you think, I’ve heard it said before But--The more you think the more you drink, is a better metaphor So remember this the next time, when you’re sittin’ round the keg The story of the wilderbeast, the one with the broken leg
When you get home to the Missus, and she’s upset and cryin’ Just sit her down and tell her, the story of the lion And how he killed that wilderbeast, that broken legged loser. So to increase your own IQ, you must go to the boozer.
And you’ll continue going there, because you’re on a quest To make sure you get smarter, to be the very best. You must kill off those brain cells, and kill them off real soon So you can build that rocket ship, and fly her to the moon.
Good Luck. If she believes that shit, she’s killed more Wilderbeasts than you my friend. Jeff Trott. 3rd April, 2011
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