You probably shouldn't attend Bob and Mary's barbecue...
- Thread starter hlee
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Yep. All our food has flavor. And if there's something that you don't like we'll cook something else appropriate.
Hugging? Yeah I don't know what that's about. Can't tell you how many parties I've been to where somebody I have no clue who is wanting a hug on me. ( that's your wife dude... Maybe I shouldn't have had those last seven shots)
Wake up at the house the next morning got a half dozen people on the floor or on the couch somebody curled up in the kitchen couple of people on the porch. Walk out front to get the paper and see a couple of people in the yard somebody passed out in their car... It's still running
Don't know how the dude got up on the roof... No ladder, no fence to get up from... Some Supermanshit after being drunk
Hugging? Yeah I don't know what that's about. Can't tell you how many parties I've been to where somebody I have no clue who is wanting a hug on me. ( that's your wife dude... Maybe I shouldn't have had those last seven shots)
Wake up at the house the next morning got a half dozen people on the floor or on the couch somebody curled up in the kitchen couple of people on the porch. Walk out front to get the paper and see a couple of people in the yard somebody passed out in their car... It's still running
Don't know how the dude got up on the roof... No ladder, no fence to get up from... Some Supermanshit after being drunk
What's wrong?
Not a high enough chance of your 4th cousin, her ghetto trash friends and your 3 rd baby momma getting into a fight to the point that everything gets knocked over and half the attendees are covered in someone elses weave?
We also don't just cook sub grade food and slather it in sauce.
Not a high enough chance of your 4th cousin, her ghetto trash friends and your 3 rd baby momma getting into a fight to the point that everything gets knocked over and half the attendees are covered in someone elses weave?
We also don't just cook sub grade food and slather it in sauce.
