A Dreadful Admission

Well, here goes.  I do something in my kitchen in a place that most of ya’ll don’t do it.  I admit it, just don’t judge me.
It’s actually even more heinous than…well, maybe it’s not *that* bad.

You see…No, I’m not going to describe it.  Just go down to the picture and see for yourself.  Go ahead (if you dare).
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Oh..My..Gawd!  Gasp!  Choke!  Gag!

Oh..My..Gawd! Gasp! Choke! Gag!

Yes, It’s possible, even probable that I’ve breathed in too much smoke (hello! while fighting fires as firefighter), or suffered a head  wound or possibly had my brain re-wired when I was abducted by the aliens. But as I was unloading the dishwasher for the 3rd time one day I realized, “Why?  Why does everything have to be in it’s own little slot.  It’s not as if there’s a silverware (or in the case of my house, Goodwillware) union that’ll object. ” And if the family freaks out they can unload the dishwasher themselves.

Next up, removing the separations between the food on my plate.

Till later,

Jacque – Out

About jacque

Fun, funny and all around nice guy. Just the author of the Weekly News and helps out around FA.
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5 Responses to A Dreadful Admission

  1. fbc says:

    As long as you don’t go in for a spoon an pull out a fist full of bloody knife, I think it will be just fine.

  2. Derek says:

    Dishes get washed 3 times a day at your house, and they get put away. That amazes me.

    Jacque Says:
    Well, there’s 5 of us that live here “full time”. One kid and a granddaughter lives next
    door and spends most of their time here and I seem to see about 38 different neighborhood
    kids come through each day/hour.

  3. Derek says:

    Hey, why is my picture a frowning octagon and Jeff gets a smiling sprocket!

    Jacque Says:
    Uh, because you have a rotten toe? Heck, I don’t know. I didn’t even know pics like that
    showed up. They’re automatically generated. I don’t like that. I’ll see if I can put in a
    thing where it’ll pull a person’s own pic.

  4. johnny g says:

    At our station (SFD Station 3 “The Zone”) we’ve gone round and round on the kitchen utensil organizer.

    Guys would take it out and dump the dishwasher cart of silverware into the drawer, where flatware would co-mingle. Other guys would glue and later bolt down the organizer, forcing organization. Then one day it just disappeared. Everyone, from cleavers to measuring cups to silverware, all live together now in this drawer. There is no alternative.

    Unlike you, I don’t think I’m brave enough to do this at home!

    Jacque Says:
    Oh dude! You ought to come out to my fire station. I think the guys would rather use rocks and sticks.

  5. You’re violating natural law! The next thing you know salad forks will want to be on the inside which is sinful sinful and irreverant. And knives should always remember their place. You have to watch out for them. They think they’re so sharp which is why they need to be kept where they belong. And allowing forks and spoons to commingle is unholy. Can you image a spoon spooning with a fork? Gah! I cold chill shudders up and down my spine when I think about it. Apparently you don’t realize what all this intermingling can lead to. Sporks! A profane and obscene abomination if there ever was one. They are not meant to be and will never be accepted by natural utensilkind. Segregation now! Segregation forever!

    Damn you! Damn you to hell for the unholiness you are spreading!

    Jacque says:
    Uh Hallo?! Do you not recall the words of our new Great President yesterday? “It’s ok to mix up your utensil drawer.” (or something like that)

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