tomt966
Well-Known Member
[FONT="]Last Fourth of July we invited all the family over for a big
barbecue. Dad was roasting a chicken on a grill but the electric
motor on the rotisserie quit working so Dad had to crank the spit by
hand.
He did a good job too as the chicken was turning a beautiful golden
brown all over, even though Dad was a little concerned that the
running juices were causing some the flames to spark occasionally and
singe the chicken a bit as he turned it.
It was about that time that Old Aunt Mabel whose eyesight was long
gone, and who wasn't quite as sharp as she used to be, shuffled over
to the grill. She observed Dad's actions for a moment and then said,
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but not only is your music
box not making any music, but your monkey's on fire."
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barbecue. Dad was roasting a chicken on a grill but the electric
motor on the rotisserie quit working so Dad had to crank the spit by
hand.
He did a good job too as the chicken was turning a beautiful golden
brown all over, even though Dad was a little concerned that the
running juices were causing some the flames to spark occasionally and
singe the chicken a bit as he turned it.
It was about that time that Old Aunt Mabel whose eyesight was long
gone, and who wasn't quite as sharp as she used to be, shuffled over
to the grill. She observed Dad's actions for a moment and then said,
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but not only is your music
box not making any music, but your monkey's on fire."
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