Counter-Strike's demolition mode. Need I say anymore?

My dad owns a Big Green Egg. Ever since he got it 3 months ago all I have had for Sunday is Steak. Every. Sunday.

I told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and so help me Aisha, that fucked me over but good. There's the truth, which I, like some fucking moron, mistakenly believed would show the moral fortitude and integrity of my character, and then there's the "truth," which consists primarily of the things…