"Oh, Christ," thought Carol, grimly setting the picnic table for yet another disastrous barbeque, "there goes another batch of hamburgers. Sometimes I wish those two would just screw and get it over with. And get Shirlee, with her goddam surprised act. If she hasn't figured it all out yet about her Ed, I'm going to have to draw her a picture."
If the cookouts of my childhood had men this hot, I might have grown up to be a big raging
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With the burgers a write-off, we're gonna have to bring out our wieners now, Ed.
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