Smoke

She's smoking.

Smoke them, motherfucker.

Smoke him a spatchcockle.

He guns it.

He's pedal

There's blood smeared across the side of it.

Blood all over the side.

Smoke's boiling up from under the roof.

Uh, a couple of news headlines as we, uh, poke around.

[laughs] So I'm at Food 21, and it, the headline reads, "Owners of Hog Wild BBQ and Smokehouse negotiating with prosecutors." Of course they are, because why, you know, prosecutors-

More negotiate.

[laughs] A lot of negotiating in this state las- lately.

Optimism for exports over the next five years also improved, reaching a hundred and forty, the highest since December.

The Smoke, Wine, and Grapes Analytic Chemistry Lab at Oregon State University is now open for business.

The new lab on the OSU campus gives winemakers and growers fast turnaround times to assess wildfire smoke impact before or during harvest.

The lab measures free and bound volatile phenols that cause smoke taint and gives testing priority to the Oregon wine grape industry while also supporting broader research initiatives.

The Parliament of Owls left during the night to survey the damage, leaving only the traces of feathers and Doug's half-eaten sandwich.

Smoke began to fill our little slice of heaven as Good But Grumpy Owl began to grumble under his breath and flap his wing at the oven.

Whenever Good But Grumpy Owl cooked, the forest friends could always count on Smoke.

Wise and Beautiful Horsey smiled at him grumbling, flapping, and grabbing at the oven while she filled plate after plate with delicious food.

Good But Grumpy Owl had a nice quiet vinyl of the Acorn Brothers spinning in the background.

New music from our old pal, John Black.

Fire in the heart Winter has fallen Drawn by the branches To rot in the garden Smoke filling the air Winter has fallen Watch the seasons turn Frozen, forgotten, litter the ditches.

Winter is falling.

tender and golden winter is falling farewell old friend we'll meet again I watch the seasons turn

Someone sure to find out what you do and what you think.

What you eat and what you drink If you smoke cigarettes They'll be talking about your breath Any town this size There's no place to hide Everywhere you go You meet someone you know You can't steal a kiss Any place like this How the rumors do fly Any town on this side fight with my girlfriend last night before the moon went down it was all over town how I made her cry how she said goodbye if it's true or not doesn't seem to count a lot Any town this size There's no place to hide You meet someone you know You can't steal a kiss Any place like this How the rumors do fly Any town on this side Any town on this side

my name is dodge then you know that it's written on the chart there at the foot end of the bed they think i'm blind i can't read it i've read it every word and every word it says is death so confession Is that the reason that you came? Get it off my chest Before I check out of the game Since you mention it Well, there's thirteen things I'll name Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri water August 49th, North Montana the hottest day on record and the forest tender dry lightning strikes in the mountains i was crew chief at the jump base i prepared the boys to fly pick the drop zone c-47 comes in low feel the tap upon your leg that tells you go see the circle Of the fire down below Fifteen of us dropped above the cold Missouri water Gauge the fire, I'd seen bigger So I ordered them to side hill and we fight it from below We'd have our backs to the river We'd have it licked by morning even if we took it slow But the firecrown jumped the valley just ahead There was no way down, headed for the ridge instead Too big to fight it, we'd have to fight that slope instead Flames one step behind above the cold Missouri water The sky had turned red Smoke was boiling Two hundred yards to safety Death was fifty yards behind I don't know why I just thought it I struck a match to waste high grass Running out of time Tried to tell them Step into this fire I said, we can't make it This is the only chance you'll get But they cursed me Ran for the rocks above instead I lay face down and prayed above the cold Missouri water And when I rose like the phoenix In that world reduced to ashes There were none but two survived I stayed that night One day after Carrying bodies to the river Wonder how I stayed alive Thirteen stations Of the cross to mark their fall I've had my say I'll confess to nothing more I'll join them now Because they left me long before Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri water Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri shore Thank you.

We made Oklahoma, a little after three Randy was brother Bob, my old GMC We had some moonshine whiskey, some of Bob's homegrown We were so messed up, we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned Randy was a sad sack, tall, kind of frail Bob was a raving maniac, crazier than hell Been kicked out of high school several years ago For kicking over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo And since then they've done their little dance right outside the law Popped twice in Oklahoma and once in Arkansas And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along Cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong Black and white Cross the line you're gonna pay

because it was like mad for smoking mad for smoking out of the smoking bag yeah because it was like all the cool people are going outside and I'm like I'm fucking talking to you and it was amazing for people who just you know one

between each gap in my fingers four smokes four smokes you used to have four smokes because of Micheal Martin yeah Smoke everywhere.

Micheál Martin made me smoke.

Yeah.

laugh is like...

Is that genuinely a real laugh? Smoke.

So, Cash.

So, Cash, let's see that real laugh of yours.