I thought it was a good idea to invite some Baptists to our barbeque last weekend. But that was before they showed up with their signs and started yelling at us for putting cheese on our burgers and about how the mustard we were using is different than the mustard they use.
Seriously, I’m never inviting those guys again.
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"I know the label professes 'MUSTARD' but your's isn't really mustard at all. I will spew it from my mouth"
And with that, I'm off to KFC, baby.
(maybe that ought to have been tweeted, rather than left on one random blog comment space)
mmmmm
chicken.
Never invite Baptists. They all think they are movie or food critics.
Pentecostals, on the other hand, are great at parties. You start the music, and they roll around having a great time!
I make it a point to only invite Catholics to my outdoor, grilled food themed events. They alone seem to understand the proper attitude of solemnity and piousness required for a truly memorable barbecue.
[suppressing the urge to make a Branch Davidian joke]
it's too bad we can't all just get along. ;)
Kyle wins.
That must be why my Mom hid the mustard and cheese when we last visited.
Baptists are fine. Just be clear that the poles for their signs have to be good hickory or mesquite, marinated in kerosene. Then--and let mu just say that I'm not one for bashing normally, but these are exceptional circumstances, go ahead and grill them. Make sure they understand the meat of your objections.
-Adam Greenwood
All Mormons are going to hell anyways. I know this because hubby comes from a long line of Baptists and they let us know.
And Kyle does win.
This blog is really funny.
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