The last George Forman

This picture is an example of what happens when you listen to your father. Let me tell you a story about my wonderful rottendad and how he helped me move. First let me say, I was very glad for his help and wasn't mad about it. So..here goes..
When I was moving my stuff out of my storage unit, Dad said that I didn't need to take my 'puddle jumper' (car) because it could only fit three things in it. (remember that part) The day before was HELL because they had locked my storage unit on accident and I was irate, so Iwas prepared to be mad when I got there. However, I wasn't. We were able to get everything in the van except...yep you got it...3 things (that puddle jumper would have come in handy then huh?) so my wise father decided that we put the last 3 boxes on top of the van. Now, one of the boxes contains my prized coffee pot and the above beloved George Forman grill. Well, we got almost halfway home and BAM..the jokes of the Forman grill and my coffee pot flying off the back of the van became the story of the week. The coffee pot doesn't look as good, but it leaks and I have to put a spoon under it so the coffee comes out. So....here is the picture. Enjoy.
And Dad, I really wasn't mad. I still think it's funny. Besides, I'd know you'd hate it if I was snooty..and having a coffee pot with some charcter means that I won't be snooty :)