Hey, cut that out! I’m eating!
Hurrah!
I’ll bring chips and dip.
And Crisco.
No, none of that fancy-shmancy stuff for me, thank you very much. I’m strictly a teabag guy. And, only a giver, at that—my momma always taught me it’s more righteous to give than to receive, after all.
As a bonus, guys my age have giblets that hang so low, we don’t even have to squat. 