Robert and I made a cannonball run to Oklahoma City to pick up a set of Toyo T1R tires for my E46. He was dressed as a Puerto Rican guy and I was dressed as, well, an Asian guy. Robert got hungry after the pick up and decided that we're going to sample the local ribs. We ended up at Earl's Rib Palace at the recommendation of the seller. Yes, you read right, Earl's Rib Palace. I don't know how it got this messed up hillbilly name, but God damn Jimmy, these are some good ribs.
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