Dead man wok'ing or.... Wok'ing dead
"It was a wok in the park."
I don't know why she got mad. She told me to take him for a wok.
...it's supposed to be a C-food stir-fry.
He said it was just a wok in the park
He doesn't like bringing his wok home.
My daughter who was helping, added some peas, βfor pea-nessβ she said. Then fled laughing.
It hit wok-bottom.
Woks up, doc
She says: "We need to have a wok at some point".
I responded: "But it's so cold, can't we just drive?"
I suppose you could say I'm stuck between a wok and a hard plaice.
"I don't think the stir-fry was a wokking success. I just couldn't get my noodle around it"
Nothing but silence so far..
For context: we have a vegetable garden and a dog named Max
During dinner, my mom remarked how her stir fry was made almost entirely out of vegetables from our garden except the eggs, to which my dad said βwell then weβll just have to raise some chickens.β
I reply, βwell what about Max?β, implying that he might attack the chickens.
And without hesitation my dad replies, βwell he canβt lay eggsβ
They never complain, they keep to themselves and they always pay their rent on time. The only weird thing is they insist on paying me in stir-fry. But all in all, I guess they're pretty lo mein tenants.
"Would you like some bacon and eggs, a slice of toast, and maybe some grapefruit juice and coffee?"
He declines. "Thanks for asking, but I'm not hungry right now. It must be the Viagra," he says. "It's really taken the edge off my appetite.
At lunchtime, she asks him if he'd like something. "How about a bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?"
He declines. "The Viagra," he says, "really trashes my desire for food.
Come dinner time, she asks if he wants anything to eat. "Would you like a juicy rib eye steak and some scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a rotisserie chicken or tasty stir fry?"
He declines again. "No," he says, "it's got to be the Viagra. I'm still not hungry."
"Well," she says: ""Can you now stop and get off me? I'm bloody starving!!".
...but too many customers complained of their stir-fry tasting like urine.
What does PacMan use to make a stir-fry?
A wok, a wok, a wok, a wok......
So, on Sunday my wife and I were making stir fry for lunch after church. I chopped up some flank steak and test fried a piece in the wok, pulled it out, cut it in two, and we each tried a piece to see how it tasted (in case it needed more ginger or garlic or oyster sauce). This conversation happened.
My wife: (enjoying the flavor) How do couples where one person is a vegetarian handle meals?
Me: I guess the man has a help meet for him like Adam.
Her: I'm being serious, how do they do it.
Me: I know, right? People get married for lots of carnal knowledge.
Her: (annoyed) All kidding aside, I'm curious how people make that work.
Me: Give me some time to flesh out my argument, and I'm sure I can find a couple that hasn't butchered their relationship.
We were making a stir fry for supper, and I asked her if she would cook, because she makes stir fries more often than I do. She asked me when I was going to figure it out, so I would need her to 'wok me through it'. She stopped talking to me for about 10 minutes. Worth it
Today my wife and I decided to go to the store when she got home from work for stir-fry supplies. I hadn't gone anywhere all day, so I had to grab my shoes and socks. I guess I'd misplaced one of my tiny screwdrivers from my toolbag and it had ended up inside a shoe. It plopped out into my palm when I tried to shake out the shoe, which prompted me to turn to my wife and exclaim, "Phew! That was a close call! I almost really screwed up my foot!" She gave me a look that said 'I am way too tired to deal with this nonsense'. Stir-fry was fantastic, though.
Mom explained what was in the stir fry she just cooked up.
"Trust me, you'll like what's in it: summer vegetables".
Dad -- "And summer not".
he he he
My mom chopping up mushrooms for a stir fry, while I'm sitting in the adjacent living room.
Dad walks up to Mom and says "No fungi for this fun guy!" With the exuberance of a kid on Christmas. Needless to say, I cringed fairly hard.
Dead man woking
Dead man woking.
Dead man wok-ing
