I can almost forgive some of these others. But I don’t understand how a person, much less a dad, could even begin to commit such an attrocity. The second I don’t click the tongs, tweezers, hell even tweezers, you will know that I have been compromised.
Sometimes when I grill. I don’t clack the tongs together.
You monster! How do you even know if they’re tongy enough?
This one right here, officer. He’s a menace.
I can almost forgive some of these others. But I don’t understand how a person, much less a dad, could even begin to commit such an attrocity. The second I don’t click the tongs, tweezers, hell even tweezers, you will know that I have been compromised.
You make me sick.
I clack them to the terminator theme. Even if I didn’t want to, I don’t think I could avoid it.
But how do you know they are working if you don’t clack them?
This is genuinely upsetting. How could you
Is it really grilling if there’s no clacking?
You just lost grilling privileges.