So, today I sent out an email telling our group of friends that I am working on setting this up. The men of the group - who are always worried about whether there will be enough meat at an event - had the following converstation:
Jim: Will they have meat?
Mr C responds with:
Marty responds with: "Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas tree....How fatty are thy branches."
Missy (who can hang with the men in both the beer drinking and meat eating arenas, responds with: "Holy sausage batman I hope that is there when we work!"
And as the resident vegetarian, I am horrified!
How does doing good turn into a meat xmas tree in 4 short emails?
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