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Sir Micro,
I tend to agree with you on that one.
Here's a true story.
My Mom scheduled a vacation in west Virginia, and the first three nights my GirlFriend had me start up the charcoal so's she could cook up our dinner over it.
The fourth afternoon she tells me "Start the Charcoal".
I told her it was gonna rain. She told me it was not.
So I thought to myself, I can not start the charcoal
and she'll bitzh at me the rest of the week . . or I
can start the charcoal, it'll rain, and I'll only be
out the cost of part of a bag of charcoal. (With no bitzhen)
So I started the charcoal. And then it started raining.
Next thing I knew she and one of my nieces were out there
cooking over the charcoals under umbrellas.
Dinner was excellent and nobody was griping.
Zim.
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