Family Dinners

My family used to love going for family dinners. We'd sit around and eat the Steinbergs, the Chizzniaks, and the Blackstones. Once one of them was not dead yet and when my uncle went to pick at him, the guy bit off my uncle's finger and spat it in his face- the finger went straight into my uncles's mouth- he spit it out to avoid choking with such force that it shattered a window flew through the front yard and into the engine of a car parked on the street. Needless to say the engine turned on and with it the car which drove across the lawn, through our living room, ultimately crushing and killing my uncle. Well we learned from our mistake: if you're going to have a family dinner make sure the family is cooked thoroughly and dead before you begin. That's precisely what we did later with my uncle.