Bob really wanted a new smoker. Kacey kept telling him that when he got a little older he could get one. Bob went to the store and bought one ignoring the advice of his wife. Well, he decided to test it out. He made smoked hamburger patties and smoked some bacon to put on top. Everything was great until Kacey decided to complain about the smell of the smoke getting into the house and making everything smell like Mesquite wood chips. So, of course, being the dutiful husband who would do anything and everything to make Kacey's life better, Bob decides to adjust the vents as to ensure that the smoke is not wafting into the house. As Bob is reaching into the inferno, Kacey asks him another question. Trying to give her his undivided attention, he looks up to ensure that she knows he is listening. Meanwhile, the flesh on his thumb cozies up to the molten lava charcoal tray. By the time he realizes that his flesh is slowly bubbling down to the bone, it is too late. Bob yells, grabs the piece of skin and tries to reattach it. Realizing that this will not work, he runs in and grabs a stalk of Aloe Vera from the plant window and thrusts the salve over the open wound. Needless to say, Kacey reminds him, in this very instant, that he shouldn't have bought the smoker in the first place. And, secondly, that it makes the house smell. Bob considers a very strongly worded response, but declines to say anything fearing world war III that would result. Bob swallows his ill advised words and continues to try to reattached the putty like skin that is left surrounding the gaping hole in his thumb. And for those of you who don't believe me, well, you now have a great picture at the beginning of this post to remember in your sleep.
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There are those perfect times for a well timed "I told you so". I think you'll all agree that this is one of them.
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