tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post114597764913303898..comments2023-10-04T06:13:02.182-05:00Comments on Dave's Window: We be grillin', monDave Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17470872330925505480noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1146100884048841332006-04-26T20:21:00.000-05:002006-04-26T20:21:00.000-05:00Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happ...Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave!Happy Birthday to Dave! How does it feel to turn 50?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1146090196417930342006-04-26T17:23:00.000-05:002006-04-26T17:23:00.000-05:00No. 11 tore my socks off.Next time, ask the Little...No. 11 tore my socks off.<BR/><BR/>Next time, ask the Little Woman if she would also like a beer. Later.OldHorsetailSnakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00865830344885164689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1146083108807686662006-04-26T15:25:00.000-05:002006-04-26T15:25:00.000-05:00Hey Mr. Morris - HOW THE HELL YOU BEEN!!!I've miss...Hey Mr. Morris - HOW THE HELL YOU BEEN!!!<BR/><BR/>I've missed ya.<BR/><BR/>::smooches::<BR/>MaraMarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09741997631578441116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1146074315047276862006-04-26T12:58:00.000-05:002006-04-26T12:58:00.000-05:00Amazing! You got it all right except one thing......Amazing! You got it all right except one thing... <I>that generally, there is no sex on grilling nights.</I><BR/>Sorry, in my opinion...you men don't get the time off for a grill night!<BR/><I><B>*grin*</B></I>Lee Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08981305686482468585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1146063338040943752006-04-26T09:55:00.000-05:002006-04-26T09:55:00.000-05:00I don't mind doing the actual grillling but I hate...I don't mind doing the actual grillling but I hate starting that thing. It is an old one and the electric ignition doesn't work and I am always afraid that while I am leaning in with the lighter, that I will lose my eyebrows in the blast...haha....https://www.blogger.com/profile/14989843755827170550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1146052063361950612006-04-26T06:47:00.000-05:002006-04-26T06:47:00.000-05:00Two things, Dave. I can't relate to this "grilling...Two things, Dave. <BR/>I can't relate to this "grilling season" you write of. We grill all year long - snow, hail, wind ... no matter - we say "BRING IT."<BR/><BR/>Secondly, the rules look pretty accurate to me except you left off the final step where the man pisses on the coals to put out the fire. Otherwise, I concur.Weary Haghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15809105824011470783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1145998040435491762006-04-25T15:47:00.000-05:002006-04-25T15:47:00.000-05:00Ahh. This must explain why my wife hates when I gr...Ahh. This must explain why my wife hates when I grill.Chris Copehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09802450324154596848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1145997880723555442006-04-25T15:44:00.000-05:002006-04-25T15:44:00.000-05:00I feel jipped. THis is EXACTLY how it goes in our...I feel jipped. THis is EXACTLY how it goes in our house... though you left out the HUMONGO mess that the man is required to make.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and the drunken passes after he fills his gut with meat and beer.<BR/><BR/>If I would have KNOWN this was in the marriage handbook... I would have NEVER bought him that cadillac of a grill for Father's Day ;).Nobodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04408544489524626997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1145989739829118022006-04-25T13:28:00.000-05:002006-04-25T13:28:00.000-05:00Oh, no, no, no, no. Not in my house. The last ti...Oh, no, no, no, no. Not in <I>my</I> house. The last time I let Mr. Scoop near a grill, the neighbors started asked questions about their missing cat. On the upside, that was one of the few times they did not assault us with baby pictures.Amandaramahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14537987722184978282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1145985211742901982006-04-25T12:13:00.000-05:002006-04-25T12:13:00.000-05:00When I was much younger, I was witness to my mothe...When I was much younger, I was witness to my mother when she caught her acrylic nails on fire getting the fire started on our charcoal grill. With that image of her waving her hands around in the area yelling, "My hands are on fire! My hands are on fire!" -- I tend to actually agree with you. In no way am I demeaning my sex nor am I trying to put the woman's liberation movement steps backwards. I also don't like getting smoke in my eyes. <BR/><BR/>Oh, and there was always sex on grilling nights. :-)Me!https://www.blogger.com/profile/05022275613347350296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1145982539404321642006-04-25T11:28:00.000-05:002006-04-25T11:28:00.000-05:00I notice it takes THREE of you to grill half a doz...I notice it takes THREE of you to grill half a dozen burgers and a package of hot dogs (which are more or less already cooked). Such skill!Blogaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06907539670169738329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348074.post-1145979832382061992006-04-25T10:43:00.000-05:002006-04-25T10:43:00.000-05:00yep, sounds about right.yep, sounds about right.Holly {ArtistMotherTeacher}https://www.blogger.com/profile/04105646535868814667noreply@blogger.com