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A telling by Taylor

So I was sitting at home one day, when my good buddy Andrew calls me up on the phone. He seemed pretty excited about this idea he had. Apparently, for the past few days, he and his brother (Chris) were talking about having a nice BBQ in the backyard. Except, this BBQ was no ordinary BBQ - this one was different.

In place of propane as a food-cooking-fuel, Andrew and his brother had the brilliant idea of using something perfect for the job. Something which had no apparent use OTHER then burning, something special. What was this something? Why - school notes!

But, before we could start the cooking festivities, we needed to dig a hole. After a brief argument, we decided that right in the middle of Andrew's parent's beautifully preened backyard lawn was a good spot.

Some brief site planning.

And the digging begins.

"Save that sod."

Chris loosens the White Oaks clay.

A fine job, for sure.

And that's the pit. Shortly after completion, we started tearing up notes, books, agendas, planners, binders - anything we could find that came out of a school bag was fair game. Crumpled up, it was ready to be incinerated.

Rip, rip, rip.

Tear, tear, tear.

Looks good to me!

Andrew and Chris do the honours.

Ohh sonny boy, that schoolwork is good fer burnin'! In no time, we had a raging inferno. We stood in awe, and observed the power of man. After we observed the power of man, we got out the BBQ goods and started cookin'!

I read in a National Geographic once that ancient man used to devour the bodies of his slain enemies. These cannibalistic rituals were explained in the magazine as an honour. Y'see, these ancient cannibal dudes thought that when they ate their enemies, they were eating all the strengths and honourable qualities their foes possessed - adding to their own power.

Ok, so, back to our BBQ. We figured (being the kids we are), that by eating hotdogs cooked over burning school notes - we may actually be ingesting knowledge. At first it was just a joke, but after my first dog - I realized exactly the benefits of eating meat cooked in such a way. I swear (and I'm not the swearin' type), that after my first dog - I knew math. I just knew it. I don't know how it worked, but it did. I knew it so well, that a few hours after our BBQ, Andrew caught me factoring trinomials in the dark. Anyways, here's more pictures:

Combustion.

Master Chef are we.

Double the pleasure.

Scraping off the excess carbon.

Andrew likes the meat.

Chris.

Recipe for success.

Plastic burns good. Hehe, heheheh.

YUMMAR.

Andrew approves.

When all was said and done, we felt as though it was a success. We all got smarter, we all got more fuller, and we all got smarter. Good times, brotha'.

Me "factoring trinomials in the dark."