All aboard the BBQ Express! First stop: straight into my mouth! The town of Ryazan Deulino built this big-ass 4-ton steampunk locomotive barbeque grill. Ooh, a food train. I get it — bcause whenever I eat, it goes straight to my caboose. Za za za zing! Does this thing go choo-choo IRL? Let’s hope so! Actually, if it doesn’t, does anyone¬†really care? As long as Ryazan over here keeps cranking out hot dogs and burgers and whatever other tasty meats for me to eat, I will be A-OKAY. That is, until I over do it. Which always happens. I never know when to quit until it’s too late! They say quitters never win, but I’ll bet that quitters never get a tummy ache so bad they have to call 911. I thought my stomach was gonna explode!







  1. Anthony

    Rayazan in a place, not a person.

  2. Brittany High

    Thanks for clearing that up. I guess it got lost in translation… fixed it!