[noonereal]

Originally Posted by BlueStreak

Reminds me of the year my redneck brother bought a deep fryer. He got it all ready to go, dropped the turkey in and told me to keep an eye on it........while he got drunk. So, I sat next to this thing and made sure the temp stayed even, right where he set it...........well, about eight beers in he started strolling over and jacking the temp up, way too high. When he walked back to the bar for another round, I would turn it back down. At one point I told him he was burning it. He informed me that I "know nothing" and suggested I "...shut the fuck up.". Then, finally, he strolls over, hoists the bird and loudly pronounces it's done. (About 15 minute too early. Well, it LOOKED done.............ummm, errr..........Well, burnt actually. On the OUTSIDE.) He drops it on the table and begins carving as he brags about how much everyone is going to love it...............as blood runs out of the incisions.

Guess who was at fault for the ruined bird......

"Look at it! You fucked it up, Dave! I told you to watch the heat, you dickhead!"

Relatives. Sometimes it's VERY hard to love them.

so many stories when you have lived so many years....

Thanks for sharing