Can’t or won’t?
Good thing he can’t come. That hunk of beef looks way over done.
They’re gonna be eating leftovers for awhile.
Was his boss big enough to have put a dent in it?
Says something about his future with the company. Not much, but something.
“Your boss says he is too busy looking for his missing dog.”
The boss is a vegetarian. D’oh!
Well, at least he called to let them know that. It’s time to invite the neighbors, family and friends for BBQ.
tell the boss we will be making a toast to his good health and won’t be talking at all about him whatsoever.
Well, so much for killing the fatted calf…
Put the meal back in the refrigerator.
Sometimes plans to put on the dog by serving the fatted calf go awry.
“So we butchered the rottweiler for nothing?!?”
I hate it when that happens.
Change of plans.. block party time. Gonna be way more fun.
On the bright side, there will be a lot of leftovers……
“Good. More for me!!”
Doesn’t that get your goat every time? Here you are, one of the sheep, hoist on your own petard — or spit, anyway.
I went to a barbecue where a half side of beef was roasted on a spit. By the end of the evening it was all gone. It was delicious.
Guess he got a bum steer.
Looks over done anyway.
Alternative caption: “Did anyone ever tell you that kill the fatted calf is just an expression?”
David Waisglass and Gordon Coulthart