Bonjarney

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[eva comrie @mickbrick54]

Rest in peace Donny. Please share & note the tribute proposed. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿💙🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

[Bonjarney @Bonjarney6]

@greengirlbella_ Crystal hot sauce or remoulade

[Jeremy Siegel @jersiegel]

Norway fans are doing a “Viking Row” up the escalator at Boston’s South Station before heading to the World Cup

Adding this to the list of things I’ve never seen before and probably never will again

[🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿Scotlands sweetheart 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @humphriezz]

America is scottish land now

[Bonjarney @Bonjarney6]

We have to get @FreddyLA7 to Monster Jam before he goes home.

[Josh Billinson @jbillinson]

the european mind cannot comprehend monster jam

[Bonjarney @Bonjarney6]

@thecasualultra If you want to try some awesome orlando food, go to beefy king for lunch, June for dinner and Gideon's for dessert. Not the one in Disney, you'll be there for an hour.

[Bonjarney @Bonjarney6]

@japan_nobunaga Yes. Freedom means you are responsible for your own safety.

If the bad guys and government has guns, so do we.

When the forces are equal there is less chance of someone trying to use it against you.

[Dudes Posting Their W’s @DudespostingWs]

Huge W fellas

[Kendra Middleton @KendraMiddleton]

What if all the World Cup tourists stayed forever and we all live happily ever after

[John Tackeff @jtackeff]

THE TARTAN ARMY MEETS MR. BRIGHTSIDE AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL!!!! #redsox #dirtywater @BBisntBoring @TartanArmyGroup @JomboyMedia

[Bonjarney @Bonjarney6]

@japan_nobunaga Noooo man. Please tell me someone hacked this account.

I get it, get some money.

I’ll sub but not this.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A backyard. A man. A grill. Four hours.

He never left it once.

Everyone else drifted, drank, wandered, laughed.
He stood before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable.

I knew him at once.
The keeper of the sacred fire.

I took my place beside him.
I said nothing.

This is the first rule.
You do not speak first to the man at the grill.

After a long while, he spoke.

"Low and slow," he said, eyes never leaving the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."

I bowed my head.

A blade. A tea. A life.
None can be rushed.

I had crossed four thousand miles of ocean to hear my grandfather's words spoken by a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.

"Everything worth doing is slow," I said.

I have never cooked meat in my life.
But I said it as if I had said it a thousand times before.

He glanced at me.
Something passed between us. A current older than language.

His voice dropped, low, almost ashamed.

"My wife says just use the oven."

He shook his head at the fire.

"She doesn't get it."

"They never do," I said.

And this is where the man transformed.

For the first time in years, he had been understood.
He rose to meet it.

His back straightened.
His shoulders set.
His voice fell half an octave.

A teenager reached for the grill.
He lifted one hand without even looking.

"Not yet."

The boy retreated. He did not argue. He could not have argued.

A woman asked when the food would be done.
He told the flames, not her.

"It's ready when it's ready."

Three people approached.
Three were turned away with a single word each.

By the fourth hour, no one questioned him.
The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.

Then he turned to me.
He held out the fork.

"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."

I have stood at the gate of lords with a naked blade in my hand.
Nothing has ever weighed as much as that fork.

I did not move my eyes from the coals.
I did not touch the meat.
I did not know how.
I would not learn.
To learn would be to break the moment.

When he returned, I handed back the fork without a word, as one returns a sword to its rightful master.

He served everyone before himself.
He ate last, standing, still watching the fire.

We never traded names. We did not need to.

He believed he had finally met a man who took grilling seriously.
I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.

Neither of us will correct the other.
Not now. Not ever.

So I have made a vow.

Every summer of my life, I will return to this country.
I will find a backyard. I will find a man at a grill.
I will stand beside him and say nothing until he speaks.
And when he says "low and slow," I will bow my head as if my grandfather had spoken.

I will die before I tell him I do not know how to cook meat.

"KISS THE COOK," his apron commanded.

I have obeyed.
I will obey again.

[Syd Steyerhart @SydSteyerhart]

The WH is Cowboy Bebop posting. What fucking timeline is this

[. @sergino_dest]

Amazing start of the tournament! We keep going 🇺🇸

[Christine Cupo @CCupo]

I don’t remember the last time I’ve been in a room of people scream singing the national anthem 🇺🇸 🦅 US fans posted up at Legends are locked in— #usapar

[Spencer Pratt @spencerpratt]

Saving LA - Phase III

[The Drunk Republican @DrunkRepub]

European soccer fans when they return home after eating American fast food for two weeks

[Bonjarney @Bonjarney6]

@FreddyLA7 @Saints @PelicansNBA Who Dat!!!!

[Bonjarney @Bonjarney6]

@shaunvlog_ If you do this with that shirt on we’ll get you citizenship asap