An inter-office IM conversation from this morning.
Mark S. says:
consider yourself lucky that you aren’t my sister
Michelle M. says:
uh, okay – I’ll start on that right away
Mark S. says:
my father gave my sister and i each 200 lbs. of beef and 100 lbs. of pork for christmas
Mark S. says:
awesome for me, not such a good gift for you
Michelle M. says:
*blink*
Michelle M. says:
wait
Michelle M. says:
did you just say
Michelle M. says:
did you just say that you got THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF MEAT for Xmas?!?!
Mark S. says:
approximately, yes
Michelle M. says:
oh. my. god.
Merry Meatmas! hahahahah. that cracked me up. especially the *blink* of realization.
Yeah, I’m such a vegetarian!
I want 130 kgs of meat. So, I use Metric weights as well.
I’ll take 300 lbs of meat. That’s no small potatoes!
I was wondering for a few seconds as to why this would bother you. Then I remembered you don’t dig the cow the way I dig the cow. The donor of such gifts would probably get along really well with my brother, who has frequently been found specifying things such as “I want the steak so rare that it moos when I stick my fork in it”.
*shudder*.
But I do love the meat.
300 LBS. THAT’S A LOT OF BOX TO GOBBLE.