basic instinct
What is it with men and barbecues, I'm asking you? Last night at the Mermaid's post-birthday dinner, 3 men were basically fighting over the meat, provoking the birthday girl to get a hissy fit and accuse them of charring her carefully marinated chops and fillets to death. 
No matter how domesticated our suit-wearing pencil pushers might have become, the sight of a barbecue grill obviously triggers some primeval urge to show off both to their fellow men and to the helpless ladies who'd no doubt starve if it weren't for them.
Guys, come a little closer...we'll let you in on a secret now...psssst!....WE CAN CREMATE MEAT JUST AS WELL AS YOU CAN. Yep. But we'll let you do it as you seem to get such a kick out of it. Besides, we need someone to blame for the burnt meat.
No matter how domesticated our suit-wearing pencil pushers might have become, the sight of a barbecue grill obviously triggers some primeval urge to show off both to their fellow men and to the helpless ladies who'd no doubt starve if it weren't for them.Guys, come a little closer...we'll let you in on a secret now...psssst!....WE CAN CREMATE MEAT JUST AS WELL AS YOU CAN. Yep. But we'll let you do it as you seem to get such a kick out of it. Besides, we need someone to blame for the burnt meat.
posted at 10:23 AM
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I remember summers at university - my male friends were neither able to light the fire nor to change a light-bulb.
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