"I don't think—"
"Don't tell me we're out of propane!"
"No, we—"
"I'm dying for it. Please?"
"It's not really—"
"Fine! I'll just light the grill myself."
"Suit yourself."
"Um, Chuck? Where is the grill? Chuck?"
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Sunday, February 10, 2013
And where the heck are the chickens?
"Chuck, honey? I'm in the mood for barbecue chicken. Can we fire up the grill?"
"I don't think—"
"Don't tell me we're out of propane!"
"No, we—"
"I'm dying for it. Please?"
"It's not really—"
"Fine! I'll just light the grill myself."
"I don't think—"
"Don't tell me we're out of propane!"
"No, we—"
"I'm dying for it. Please?"
"It's not really—"
"Fine! I'll just light the grill myself."
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