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The Barbeque



It's important to refresh your memory on the sublime etiquette of outdoor cooking, or the Barbecue, as it's the only type of cooking a REAL man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.

When a man volunteers to do the barbecue, a chain of events are put into motion.

Here's the routine.

1. The woman buys the food.


2. The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables and makes dessert.

3. The woman trims, marinates and prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill, beer in hand.

Here comes the important part:

4. THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

5. He accepts the admiring comments and exclamations at this feat.

More routine:

5. The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.

6. The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring him another beer while he deals with the situation. She does.

Important again:

7. THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

More routine:

8. The woman prepares the plates of meat, salad, bread, utensils, napkins and sauces, and brings them to the table.


9. After everyone has eaten, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

AND MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL:

10. Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS him for HIS cooking efforts.

11. The man asks the woman how she enjoyed 'her night off'…

…and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women.

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