I went to a bbq yesterday thrown by one of my wife's friends. I didn't know anybody at the party so I wasn't expecting to have a good time, but it turned out to be a great mix of interesting characters.
Being a complete fagballs, I showed up with cookies and a blueberry crumb cake I had made earlier in the day. My wife's friend said, "This is really amazing, but I still wouldn't want to try your cooking. You're probably Irish like my mom: you can boil and bake. If it isn't baked, it's boiled. And if it's boiled, watch out."
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