Yea, about that title. Jessica invited me over for a barbecue. It wasn’t actually on my birthday but that was the reason she cited for buying everything and doing everything. While I certainly do appreciate it, I couldn’t help being a smartass and asking if she was going to chew my burger for me too. Why should I have to chew my food if it is my birthday?

I suggested she just chew it for me and spit it directly into my mouth. Aren’t I simply the picture of decorum and good taste? Her response was a simple exclamation: “Regurjaburger!” followed my much laughter.