Abe wrote:
>> Smoke was hovering a full 2 feet down from the
>> ceiling. I kid you not, that bird was dust. It was literally cremated.
>> Immediately upon getting off the elevator I could hear my mother down the
>> hall saying "My God, he's burnt the tukey"... well, I denied, denied,
>> denied. Steven's step mother got off the elevator and we could hear her
>> down the hall "oy vey... the turkey is burned". Again, I denied, denied,
>> denied.
>> About an hour after dinner both mothers burst into the den with a big
>> garbage bag laughing and pointing fingers at us. They had found the
>> cremated turkey carcass in the trash room. I have never, and never will
>> live it down. Ever.
>
> Reminds me of a joke:
>
> Peter invited his mother for dinner, during the course of the meal his
> mother couldn't help but notice how lovely Peter's roommate, Joanne,
> was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two,
> and this only made her more curious.
>
> Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she
> started to wonder if there was more between Peter and his roommate
> than met the eye.
>
> Reading his mom's thoughts, Peter volunteered, 'I know what you must
> be thinking, but I assure you, Joanne & I are just roommates.
>
> About a week later, Joanne came to Peter saying, 'Ever since your
> mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the frying pan, you
> don't suppose she took it do you?'
>
> 'Well I doubt it, but I'll e-mail her just to be sure' said Peter. So
> he sat down and wrote
>
> DEAR MOTHER,
>
> I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DID' TAKE THE FRYING PAN FROM MY HOUSE.
>
> I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DID NOT' TAKE THE FRYING PAN BUT THE FACT
> REMAINS THAT IT HAS BEEN MISSING EVER SINCE YOU WERE HERE FOR DINNER.
>
> LOVE PETER
>
> Peter later received an email from his mother which read
>
> DEAR SON,
>
> I'M NOT SAYING THAT YOU 'DO' SLEEP WITH JOANNE, AND I'M NOT SAYING
> THAT YOU 'DO NOT' SLEEP WITH JOANNE, BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT IF SHE
> WAS SLEEPING IN HER OWN BED, SHE WOULD HAVE FOUND THE ****ING FRYING
> PAN BY NOW.
>
> LOVE MOM


ROFL!

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