11-22-2018, 01:40 PM
It’s not even noon on Thanksgiving and I’m already in trouble with the lovely Mrs. Fan_in_Kettering. I was busy getting things ready in the dining room while she was in the kitchen putting final preparations on the turkey. Suddenly she says, “Giancarlo, I need some help in the kitchen. Can you come in here?”
“On my way,” I replied.
I walked into the kitchen and Mrs. Fan_in_Kettering asks, “Can you help me with this breast?”
“Sure, sweetie,” I responded. “But you have to move the turkey out of the way first.”
“On my way,” I replied.
I walked into the kitchen and Mrs. Fan_in_Kettering asks, “Can you help me with this breast?”
“Sure, sweetie,” I responded. “But you have to move the turkey out of the way first.”
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