Jul. 13th, 2005
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Jul. 13th, 2005 06:08 pmSo, apparently my dad got some sort of guy catalog in the mail(how we get these things, I don't know), and flipping through it has provided a source of amusement for us. Why? Well, it's chock full of guy things, many of which are, well, downright stereotypical. You know, it had things like sports things, bar and beer and liquor paraphernelia(including what looked to be a full bar o_O), poker things, weird gadgets that don't really have any true practical use, golf stuff, pilot stuff, outdoor stuff, and lots and lots of grilling stuff. Everything from cedar planks to a grill pager, that apparently beeps when your grill gets to a certain temperature. Most likely so you miss less of the game while you're grilling. But there was one thing that I just had to laugh at:
A grill brander.
Yes, now you too can monogram your meat with your initials, so that everyone knows it was you who grilled their steak for them. I dunno about you all, but that's probably one of the silliest things I've ever heard of. It's like, signing your meat the way you would sign a painting. Or maybe it's a way of claiming meat, the way one would claim the animal it came from. "Yessir, I'm gonna make sure everyone knows that this is *my* meat, and no one else's! No one can touch *my* meat 'cause it's got *my* name on it!"
Oh, I sometimes wonder about people.
A grill brander.
Yes, now you too can monogram your meat with your initials, so that everyone knows it was you who grilled their steak for them. I dunno about you all, but that's probably one of the silliest things I've ever heard of. It's like, signing your meat the way you would sign a painting. Or maybe it's a way of claiming meat, the way one would claim the animal it came from. "Yessir, I'm gonna make sure everyone knows that this is *my* meat, and no one else's! No one can touch *my* meat 'cause it's got *my* name on it!"
Oh, I sometimes wonder about people.