So this is how the conversation this morning went about my in-laws:
Jim: So I was at Karl and Stephanie's yesterday, they got a new wine fridge.
Me: Hum. Really poor, aren't they? Must have bought it for that wine they "forgot" to give you for your birthday.
Jim: Uh huh.
Me: Any news on that new dog they are talking about?
Jim: As soon as they are done dog sitting for Karl's mom. I think they have another Weimeraner lined up.
Me: Uh huh.
Jim: They invited us to a BBQ on the 30th to welcome their new roommate.
Me: New roommate?
Jim: Yeah, they are renting out the back room. But I don't really want to go.
Me: Why not? You usually want to go to their parties.
Jim: Because...it's bring your own meat.
Me: Excuse me? If they're hosting a BBQ, shouldn't they be providing the meat and we
bring the dish to pass?
Jim: I know.
Me: We'll I guess I know what they will be providing.
Jim: What's that?
Me: A bag of chip and some cheap beer.
Jim: Let's not go.
Me: I don't think I can anyway, that might be the Archivist's conference that weekend anyway.
Jim: Thank God for Archivists! Can I meet you for lunch?
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Bring your own MEAT? What the hell is wrong with those people?!
Go, and steal the wine fridge.
I was telling someone at work about the BYOM barbecue you were invited to and they said they had been invited to one like that too.
I do not want friends like that.
I agree with Wingal, steal the wine fridge.
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