We had a very fair, democratic vote to see who would be staying for supper, and who would be "providing" supper. I counted the ballots, and it just so happened that Lindsey and I won the race! Good o'l GOP! Bob and the skrimp gang partnered up and skirted out the back door, and into the pool as to swim to safety. Much to their demise, the pool had been drained and in turn were caught with ease. Quite possibly the most risky--yet tragic-- escape attempt I've witnessed in a good 3 or 4 weeks. Bevo took off out the front door, hopped into his Gas-Guzzling Burnt Orange Escalade Truck with Trailer and sped off leaving a huge cloud of smog in our driveway, resulting in our grass withering and dying from the acid rain and extreme heat from global warming. Lucky for us, Bevo hadn't yet picked up his government issued tire gauge, and hadn't been responsible enough to make sure his tires were properly inflated, and so had a blowout less than 2 miles from our house. So, we gathered the neighborhood watch armed with pitchforks and wooden stakes, and roamed the streets searching for bevo. Once we found him, we divided him up between the neighborhood mob equally, Lindsey and I making out with 2 8 oz, bacon-wrapped fillet mignon steaks. Apparently, bevo ate porky, who provided the bacon strips for our delicious cuts of beef. So, I guess technically, porky indirectly came to our celebration as well! All in all, it was a great day and our plates and glasses overflowed with exotic comida. Yumm yumm.
This is Bob before he got away.
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Glad you left out about the poor planning on what to do with Lindsey and Laney while you cooked. Atleast you did an awesome job cooking Kudos!
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