George worked in a construction company. He spent all his days walking the steel beam but when he got home, he became the master of inventions. One night he borrowed his wife's ironing board and made himself a grilled cheese sandwich by pressing the iron to the bread. It was an ooy-gooey delight. While all the other men sat down to crusty bread, George pulled out his panini forkini pastrami alla bellini. He bit into it with great delight. The mozzarella sang to his tonsils, "Eres bella, Eres bella" Tiano's boombox voice was heard, "Heh George, there are 4 of us," which translated into, "Yo George, where is our bench pressed sandwich?"
That night he got an earful from his wife Juanita Delacruz, the Spanish Queen of complaint. "Dam it George. The ironing board is full of melted cheese and it smells like recycled beef " It was time to take the invention to new heights.
He made a mean machine of good taste. This is how George Foreman was birthed. In George Papadopoulos's shed. Though he was no son of a priest, he knew a blessing when he saw one. He was recompensed by a happy wife
and a jolly foursome crew.
There are rumors going around that it was really invented in some other form or way. I for one will stick to my story dear readers. If I fudged is just a bit please forgive me. Its a tad more entertaining, don't you think ?
Now here is my research paper on the matter, short and sweet.
"Truth be told ? It was promoted by a former boxing champion George Foreman. Since its introduction in 1994, over 100 million George Foreman grills have been sold worldwide.
Inventor?: ?Michael Boehm, Robert Johnson Inception?: ?1994"
I like your writing style. It is brightly brimming with originality and imagination. This one makes me think you could write a splurge about anything at all. As your bio states, you have been writing for a nice, long time* happythankyoumoreplease ~~ djl
A likely story. ;-) One of the many stories surrounding George Foreman. I didn't check, but I believe George has eight sons all named George. How is that for confusion? George loves cars and is a preacher by profession. Has had to do other things, like box and promote, to earn money for his large family, car collection, and church (in that order?)
Did you know that the Weed Wacker was invented right here in Houston where our St. Augustine grass sends out runners 12 inches in a week across sidewalks in an unsightly manner that any oil-rich Houstonian abhors. Fortunately, the weedeater or whatever other name it was called, edges the sidewalk and lawn beautifully. When Sears and other retail outlets started selling his invention, the guy sued and won.
Unfortunately, I had a front ender on my classic 73 Monte Carlo. Our shop foreman told me that he knew a guy, John Foreman, George's cousin, who could get a front end clip for me. John was a nice guy and very helpful. He located a 73 clip, but it fell off the forklift when they brought it down from storage and damaged it. And then, he delivered a 74 clip to the shop doing the repair. At my insistence, he removed the 74 clip and found me a 73 that he found out in a field somewhere, but still usable. My car was never the same. But I paid him and we parted ways amicably.
Stories Worth Wiping Your A** With
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Stories Worth Wiping Your A** With
Whether you're making a deposit at the stank bank, dropping a return at the squat shop, or conducting a brown business meeting, these perfectly timed tales provide the literary fragrance your privacy deserves. F
George worked in a construction company. He spent all his days walking the steel beam but when he got home, he became the master of inventions. One night he borrowed his wife's ironing board and made himself a grilled cheese sandwich by pressing the iron to the bread. It was an ooy-gooey delight. While all the other men sat down to crusty bread, George pulled out his panini forkini pastrami alla bellini. He bit into it with great delight. The mozzarella sang to his tonsils, "Eres bella, Eres bella" Tiano's boombox voice was heard, "Heh George, there are 4 of us," which translated into, "Yo George, where is our bench pressed sandwich?"
