Batboy greets everyone and hopes Wordforge can assist Batboy with something quite important. See, Batboy was recently on vacation in Boston hanging our at the Old North Church munching applesauce and scaring tourists when Batboy became aware of a grave threat to humanity's existence. Batboy spent the last several months working behind the scenes to return the Pittsburgh Pirates to respectability to ensure that that the Cabbage Cloak does not fall into Nickelback's hands. Needless to say, such an event would have been disastrous for all. But Batboy digresses.... Anyway, Batboy was so busy that Batboy failed to recognize the looming threat. Batboy blames Batboy. To make a long story short, a rather aggressive posse of catfish people were passing through our humble neck of the woods when old broadcasts of "The Parkers" reached the catfish posse. The posse was so horrified, the posse decided to exterminate the human race in the the hope that, in time, more catfish people would evolve. Batboy does not think such an event would be desirable. Batboy is not fond of catfish. So, to prevent this eventuality, Batboy opened negotiations. Batboy has been able to negotiate a deal whereby the human race will not be exterminated to make room for the rise of the catfish people if Batboy can supply two things. An awesome pork brisket rub, and an awesome beef brisket rub. Among the most important terms, no rub may include cumin or chili powder. The catfish posse does not like cumin or chili powder. So, Batboy hopes Wordforge will be able to supply Batboy with appropriate recipes. Please note that Batboy will not accept any recipes from the catfish people lingering on Wordforge. Batboy knows who the catfish people are...
Batboy can google it if saving the world is so important. I for one, welcome our new catfish overlords.
Brown sugar Garlic powder Kosher salt Black pepper For beef, I usually add chili powder. For pork, I usually add Tony Chachere's or a little cayenne pepper. I don't measure it. I just add ingredients until it looks "right".
No, I mean literally that Batboy is a sentient emancipated penis that types on its own, and that whoever is of a mind to should employ Batboy for the purpose of masturbation. Jeez, don't take everything so metaphorically.
Well, I give up. Woody Allen made a movie with The Penis People in it and I can't believe I can't find a picture of it. It was some funny shit, giant penis people slapping themselves to the floor trying to crush their foes. Meh, some might remember the scenes, if you do place it here.