Well, I think Americans are tremendously fond of barbecues.
I had a fat client overseas invite me over to one as thanks and I reluctantly accepted.
First off, the meat was a surprise. They buy it in kilos, large chunks. They look at the meat I bought as
a gift and say, “that's not enough, peasant.” Like, the economic animal must not be used to eating meat.
I bet 4 kilos of meat costs less than the 500 grams I bought. But wait a minute, this is mostly fat.
Then, the fatty cuts the meat. Just cuts and cuts. While the fat punks I assume were his kids looked at him.
It didn't even look like they were gonna say “daddy's cool” either. Are you Hiromi Go? Fuck it.
The steel plates were dirty and sticky with remains. Wash. Wash with detergent. Actually, go buy new ones.
He grilled a lot and his family ate all the good meat up… except he forgot the guest was here.
They just eat and eat. The fatty roasts it, hands it to his family, and it doesn't even come my damn way?
When the meal's almost over, they say “You haven't eaten at all?” and gave me their leftovers. Fuck.
After they ate like 5 kilos, they started drinking Diet Coke and low-calorie beer.
“I'll drink too,” the fat son says. You've been doing drugs and drinking, haven't you?
His fat daughter said something like “Oh, I'm tipsy, you look great.” Don't look at me, I'll kill you.
The fat wife says, “I gained weight” and the fat husband says, “Don't worry, it's zero calories.”
I don't understand what the hell this American joke is. Damn it, what's so funny? Go fuck yourselves.

Well, guys, if you ever get invited to an American barbecue, you better watch out.