Just a few nights ago me and the boys were having a metting loke always, and as always i have to cook.

Me: seriously ¿why i have to cook every time we meet?

Friend 1: Because you love us.

Me: That is no even a valid point, and don't say that i have problems since the last time you said it.

Friend 2: ¿Really? don't you think you are exaggerating.

Me: (Pointing it with the fork) This shitbird screamed at the top of my lugs "deeper José" while were looking for the meat.

Friend 1 :...

Friend 2:...

Me:...

Friend 3: ... So ¿you put it deeper?

Me: Fuck off asshole

I will remeber that

After that we realized that the food was taking too long.

Friend 2: Jesus christ José, my grandmother can cook more faster than you.

Me: Is not my fault, this take time you know?

Friend 3: Yes but no 2 hours.

Me: Maybe the fire is little.

Friend 1: Don't worry i have it.

We all know that was no good.

In the blink of eye he came back with a bottle of alcohol is his hands.

Me: Eh i don't think it is a good idea.

Friend 1: Just watch.

Now as you can gues we ate charcoal instead of meat.

Long - short history is the last time i let someone help me.