last Saturday we gathered at my cousins for a classic Backyard Barbecue you know Burgers beers and Uncle Joe's tall tals as the sun dipped Uncle Joe suddenly wrinkled his nose claiming the grill was haunted by the ghost of a burnt Burger he said he could smell the spirit of charred beef wafting through the air we all laughed it off assuming it was another one of his silly stories but Uncle Joe was adamant going on about how he could sense the Burger's Agony as the evening went on the smell got stronger and Uncle Joe's face turned beat red with a mix of confus fusion and conviction it wasn't until Aunt Margie with her sharp eye and even sharper tongue pointed out that the Spectre was actually Uncle Joe zonx left too close to the fire pit turns out the only thing haunted was Uncle Joe's laundry basket as we all cracked up
last Saturday we gathered at my cousins for a classic Backyard Barbecue you know Burgers beers and Uncle Joe's tall tals as the sun dipped Uncle Joe suddenly wrinkled his nose claiming the grill was haunted by the ghost of a burnt Burger he said he could smell the spirit of charred beef wafting through the air we all laughed it off assuming it was another one of his silly stories but Uncle Joe was adamant going on about how he could sense the Burger's Agony as the evening went on the smell got stronger and Uncle Joe's face turned beat red with a mix of confus fusion and conviction it wasn't until Aunt Margie with her sharp eye and even sharper tongue pointed out that the Spectre was actually Uncle Joe zonx left too close to the fire pit turns out the only thing haunted was Uncle Joe's laundry basket as we all cracked up
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