Patriotism Through Suprior Digestion

Like I told Sarah and Kyle: I don't fuck around when it comes to Cooking Out on the Fourth. We've got enough meat to feed Uganda in the fridge (I even picked up some soy and veggie stuff for the people who like that suff) and we have about nine different types of BBQ sauces in the pantry, plus enough Tabasco to make Cammie cry (speaking of, one of the grocers had some rotten meat they were gonna toss I grabbed for ya, Cammie). Ribs, Steaks, Ground Chuck, some Deer Venison, the works. No Veal, though. I just can't bring myself to buy that stuff. 

I also picked up a couple cases of Root Beer, Cola, and PBR (I love it when cashiers don't even bother asking for my ID). And we have Onion Rings, French Fries, Corn on the Cob, and Chips of nearly every variety (except Salt Vinegar. I _refuse_ to buy something that nasty).

...yea, like I said, not eating well on the Fourth is a cardinal sin for me.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm running out of cash I'd managed to put away before I came here, so does anyone know of any bars or clubs hiring for security?