I can almost forgive some of these others. But I don’t understand how a person, much less a dad, could even begin to commit such an attrocity. The second I don’t click the tongs, tweezers, hell even scissors, you will know that I have been compromised.
Sometimes when I grill. I don’t clack the tongs together.
Take your fucking socks and sandals and march your ass right out of my open air brick patio, sir.
This one right here, officer. He’s a menace.
You monster! How do you even know if they’re tongy enough?
You make me sick.
I can almost forgive some of these others. But I don’t understand how a person, much less a dad, could even begin to commit such an attrocity. The second I don’t click the tongs, tweezers, hell even scissors, you will know that I have been compromised.
I clack them to the terminator theme. Even if I didn’t want to, I don’t think I could avoid it.
This is genuinely upsetting. How could you
liers anonymous next room
But how do you know they are working if you don’t clack them?
Is it really grilling if there’s no clacking?
You just lost grilling privileges.