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This weekend I had Flux and his son and daughter over for another a barbecue, because I'm leaving my current apartment and I don't think the landlord of my new place will allow a Weber grill out on the fire escape. And I love to grill. I'm good at it, too. My friends call me "The Foreman." Get it? Get it?
I like Flux, but I've had some problems with his kids, if you remember. They're always doing stuff that annoys me. Anyway, it happened again this weekend.
I created a nice, tight structure of charcoal under the grill, and squirted it with lighter fluid. Then, in order to mend fences with Eddie, because I don't want any static with the Fluxmeister, i offered to let him light it up with a kitchen match. But that kid screwed it up. First, he couldn't get the match lit. What kind of ten-year-old doesn't know how to light a match? Then, when I lit the match and handed it to him, he just dropped it in there like a big wuss. Come on! You gotta get your hand in there, and make sure every coal is lit. Who doesn't know that?
After the grill was good and hot, I asked everyone how they'd like their Toddburgers (tm). Eddie, the little bugger, said "Medium Well." Medium Well! What kind of man eats beef cooked Medium Well! "Well" should not be part of your vocabulary when it comes to meat, nor "Medium." I thought it was my duty to introduce the boy to the joys of rare, bloody meat, since his dad was obviously not getting the job done.
So I cooked his burger for about 5 minutes, plopped it on an English Muffin, and gave it to him. He took one bite and made a face. "It's cold, daddy." he said. Flux was busy gobbling down his own burger, and just made a noise with his mouth full, so I told Eddie that was how it was supposed to taste. So he finished it up with a big smile.
wouldn't you know, a few hours later he was puking all over my bathroom! Dude, I have to clean this place before I move out! The last thing I need are more vomit stains on the tile.
Eddie puked for a little while, and then sat on the sofa (not in MY CHAIR, no. He learned his lesson last time) for a while. I offered him some of my whiskey, to help settle his stomach, but he wouldn't take it. What a wuss.
So, kids suck. Especially flux's. |
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