Sort of makes you wonder what sort of picnic provoked this idea.


Well Martha, here we are, me an the boys can’t wait for them burgers!

Oh Joe, we forgot to grind the meat.

Don’t worry, Uncle Henry always carries a spare grinder in his car, borrow his.

Oh Joe, I can’t grind 60 pounds of meat!

Oh, just let me get my welding outfit out of the truck, and you hunt up some logs. Timmy git over here and jack up the car and get that old plank out of the trunk……

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Ursula said…
Mmm, Martha, how *do* you get that lovely, delicate flavor of exhaust into your burgers?