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I was just sitting in my office printing out some shipping forms, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I am jolted from my chair by the most ungodly, demonic sound you can imagine. The walls shook, the lights dimmed, and I imagined what sounded like the entire family unit being eaten alive by some hideous monster letting out grunts and belches as it choked down my loved ones head first.
Turns out, my fears were relieved and it was the wife "just putting some MEAT down the garbage disposal".
For crying out loud, am I the only one who thinks that it's not wise to do this? I informed her as calmly as I could that putting half a pot roast down the drain wasn't really prudent. She looked at me as if I'd grown a third eyeball on my forehead and exclaimed that "well that's what it's for isn't it... to put garbage down?"
I tried to explain... to no avail. We've actually had this conversation before too (although she conveniently doesn't remember). In fact I've actually replaced one garbage disposal in this house already that met it's fate in an untimely and still unsolved murder.
I gave up. She just glared at me with distain as if I were a shadetree mechanic who just stumbled into the NASCAR garage. I walked away shaking my head and she burnt holes in the back of my skull with her "I know garbage disposal's better than you" stare.
What say you people? Does meat belong in the garbage disposal?
I was just sitting in my office printing out some shipping forms, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I am jolted from my chair by the most ungodly, demonic sound you can imagine. The walls shook, the lights dimmed, and I imagined what sounded like the entire family unit being eaten alive by some hideous monster letting out grunts and belches as it choked down my loved ones head first.
Turns out, my fears were relieved and it was the wife "just putting some MEAT down the garbage disposal".
For crying out loud, am I the only one who thinks that it's not wise to do this? I informed her as calmly as I could that putting half a pot roast down the drain wasn't really prudent. She looked at me as if I'd grown a third eyeball on my forehead and exclaimed that "well that's what it's for isn't it... to put garbage down?"
I tried to explain... to no avail. We've actually had this conversation before too (although she conveniently doesn't remember). In fact I've actually replaced one garbage disposal in this house already that met it's fate in an untimely and still unsolved murder.
I gave up. She just glared at me with distain as if I were a shadetree mechanic who just stumbled into the NASCAR garage. I walked away shaking my head and she burnt holes in the back of my skull with her "I know garbage disposal's better than you" stare.
What say you people? Does meat belong in the garbage disposal?