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The Garlic Toast Was A Little Black, That’s All

Apr
28

Cooking dinner.

Thirteen-year-old son walks into the room, points to fire alarm on ceiling. You know that is not a kitchen timer, don’t you?

Smart ass.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on April 28, 2005  

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  1. 4-28
    7:29
    am

    LOL. Don’t you just love teenagers? :twisted:

  2. 4-28
    7:46
    am

    :idea:LOL!!!!! That just brightened my day!

  3. 4-28
    8:21
    am

    Males. Can’t kill them when they are your sons… :mrgreen:

    Personally, I’m thinking of putting my smoke detector in the kitchen on a on / off switch…for when I’m cooking. Or, better yet, just let someone else do all the cooking… :razz:

  4. 4-28
    10:25
    am

    Loved this. Though I thought the smoke alarm WAS the timer …

  5. 4-28
    10:37
    am

    Our smoke alarm used to go when we had the back door open and the heater in the sunroom (which is off the kitchen) on. Freaky weird.

  6. 4-28
    12:56
    pm

    It’s not a kitchen timer? Then maybe I should quit resetting it every time I cook, huh? :mrgreen:

    I LMAO at this, then became very serious. My oldest is ten, and I have a sinking feeling she’ll have comments for me just like that.

  7. 4-28
    9:44
    pm

    Hell send him to my house! Mine goes off every time I open the oven door regardless if it’s burned or not.

  8. 5-1
    11:00
    pm

    Ahhahahah. You’d love Ron White’s stand-up comedy routine. He has a joke very similar to that one. Too funny. :-)

  9. 5-2
    7:51
    am

    Does he watch Ron White?

  10. 5-2
    7:54
    am

    He might! I have no idea. I don’t even know who Ron White is, LOL.




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