Last Christmas, I gave Yamaha. But the very next day, U gave it a weigh.
I said we ought to drive down to Georgia, but we also have to get back to where we live shortly thereafter.
Looks like it's going to be a turn and Bern.
Tonight, my dad is barbecuing salmon for dinner. In order to barbecue this salmon, he needs to first put it in warm water in the dishpan so that it can thaw. However, my mom is using the dishpan, and it's full of water, so he has to wait for her to be done.
Shortly thereafter, she's done with the dishpan and goes to the door to go outside and throw the water on the plants. Only problem: the door is closed. So the following exchange occurs.
>Mom: Hey dad, can you grab the door for me?
>Dad: OK. grabs door handle really hard HNNNNNNG
>Dad: grunting with effort I'm doing this for you, dear!
>Mom: Can you... open the door for me, dear?
>Dad: Oh. opens door What did you think that was going to accomplish, anyway?