The Buckets by Greg Cravens for July 03, 2016
Transcript:
I think it's time you taught Toby to cook out. That's not how it works. One day Toby will ask, or I will feel it's time to teach. Yeah, mom. That's the only way it works. Oh, nonsense! I, the mom, hereby declare today to be the day my husband teaches our son to cook on the grill! You see ma'am one day your son will ask, or your husband will feel it's time to teach...
Liverlips McCracken Premium Member over 8 years ago
Y’see, Sara, there are just certain male ………….. prerogatives. Rites, rituals, realms, domains, or what-have-you, that women need to acknowledge and respect. Just like a man would not dare to presume to know when his daughter was ready to learn how to apply makeup. It just isn’t done.
The Legend of Brandon Sawyer over 8 years ago
things like this are best left to time
Number Three over 8 years ago
You were saying?
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Comic Minister Premium Member over 8 years ago
Whoa! They’re up in smokes!
Saddenedby Premium Member over 8 years ago
WOW I am impressed. Dad did know best – something almost never talked about or reported on in our culture anymore.
i_am_the_jam over 8 years ago
My dad has a grill, and I have no desire to learn how to use it. Not that it would do me much good. I have a diminished sense of taste and smell, so just about all BBQ dishes taste the same to me. :P :P :P
Not Again over 8 years ago
They should hire a pro, Ed Crankshaft!
amaryllis2 Premium Member over 8 years ago
Years ago, my husband decided it was time to teach me to use his new grill. I was not interested—heck, he took over so much of the cooking when we got that thing, why would I interfere with that? But he insisted: “Okay, you do this and this and then this.” Nothing. He’d forgotten to say that last step. Button? What button? Oh okay, pushed it—and got a fireball in my face that gave me a unique new style. And let me tell you, burning hair STINKS. Nope, thanks, dear, that’s your toy, you use it. I’m done. Thirty years and I haven’t used it since.