Sunday Dinner...
There we were, my family and I sat round the table on a beautiful Sunday, having an equally beautiful Sunday lunch consisting of a damn fine slab of beef, which my sister helped to prepare.
My sister, who lacks somewhat in table etiquette was eating with her fingers at the time. To this my Dad asks her if she knows where her hands have been since she last washed them. My sister replied with this immortal statement.

"oh, dont worry Dad, i washed my hands just now, after i beat the meat."

i laughed till i hurt. and then laughed some more.
(NeZ, Thu 13 Jan 2005, 22:54, Reply)