Cooking TipsHow I Won The Summer Barbecue Sauce Bet
A young man was going by a rather seedy looking eaterie, when he noticed a sign in the window offering a free dinner. A real dinner was an event our hero hadn"t took part in for a really long time, so in he went, found the boss, and requested the publicized free meal.
If he could do it all in twenty minutes, he would win the best dinner he had ever had.
The child grabbed the jar of barbecue sauce, drank it right down, and proceeded to the back room. There was thumping, banging, scratching, and a scream or 2. Just when you presumed it could not go on any longer, the kid appeared from the back room, his garments ripped, his hands bloody. He went directly to the counter, asked for another jar of that barbecue sauce, drank each drop, and returned to the back room. If you can imagine what it might sound like if a semi lorry drove through a china shop and into a pet store, you would be getting near to the awful racket exiting that room.
Suddenly, it was silent. Silent like a funeral, which the manager thought he may have to arrange, if that hobo didn"t make an appearance shortly. Then, with a loud bang, the door to the back room slammed open, and there he stood.
In less than a minute, he was back at the counter. "Please sir, would you start my dinner now, and additional barbecue sauce, if you do not mind. I"m finished with the alligator, and it should only take a couple of minutes to tug the waitress"s tooth."