If ever a mischance of fate lands me in that harrowing city, then, as I flee its borders with the greatest degree of expediency, I will endeavor to do so
You should grab some fine KC barbacue as you flee. The wicked flee where no man pursueth.
You should grab some fine KC barbacue as you flee.
That's one of the weird things about living in the South - well, the north South, if you will. Where I'm from, barbecue is something you do, not something you go out for.