I had an excellent meat mallet, an ice pick my mother gave me and an old fashioned egg beater, and in one of my moves, one of the “helpers” helped herself to all three. I don’t wish her any bad luck but I hope she chokes on the bones.
An ice pick, a meat mallet, and an old-fashioned egg beater walk into a bar.
The egg beater says, “Don’t worry about us, we’re celebrating because I just got out of stir.”
After our move from Oklahoma City to Tennessee, I thought the movers had taken all my religious pictures. Turned out they were in the box with my sewing machine, which I didn’t unpack for months because I wasn’t going to sew.
Meat mallets have bones? Well that is a revelation.
Some people will half-inch anything, if it isn’t rag bolted to the ground.