So I lit the BBQ on fire last night. Does this really give you the right to yell at me for HOURS and HOURS? No, it doesn't and I'll tell you why:
1) You know that girls can't operate a BBQ. This is why men are always in charge of the grilling.
2) I was not the last one to use the BBQ and fill it full of disgusting fat and grease, therefore it is not my fault that it started on fire.
3) YES, for the hundredth time, IT WAS ON LOW!!! Do not ask me again.
At the most I believe that one hour of yelling would have been sufficiant, even though, as I have stated, it was not my fault. And guess what? I am not cleaning it out today. Or tomorrow. Or ever. HA HA.
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