Last time I opened my oven was for chocolate cheesecake!

Screw dead relatives and their paychecks, I'll have some of that please !

Ovens got their uses.

https://www.theguardian.com/food/201...-recipe-easter

Plus there's pizza, and oven fries.

OMG That lamb recipe! Thank you! I just printed it out and am making it for Easter. Yeah baby!

The oven is best for cooking bacon.

OP is leading to asking how long of a prison sentence makes it ok for a heterosexual male to let another man suck his dick and still be considered straight.

I don't know what's up with everyone about the oven idea. You all had to have known at least on derelict in your life.

Plan B. Just let the parent lay in your easy chair. The chair is probably full of rats anyways, so they will get to work on nibbling the corpse in short order.

I made it! Best lamb I’ve ever made. So tender and flavorful.

I would put the body in a freezer, no fuss no mess, no smell. Probably have to buy a freezer though with the SS money.

Pleased to hear that, looks great.

If you're interested and you have a couple of hours, there was a British TV movie a dozen or so years ago about the 'acid-bath murderer' Haigh, who thought he could cheat the cops by dissolving the bodies of the people he killed for their money. It's quite good.

I wouldn't be caught dead drinking either.

That's it? No mention of a personal preference so GTFO.

My personal preference would be some really good weed...shotgunned into my mouth by...John Turturro.

Lamb is for wimps - roast Dog is the way to go.

A New Desperate Hours situation will be unfolded soon, like a cloth dinner napkin at a fancy restaurant.

I am going to advise the Angel of Mercy to bring a more extensive menu from now on. I'm certain that John Turturro wouldn't mind.

If the offered six-pack were genuine Czech Budweiser, the conundrum wouldn't arise.

Elegy for the Desperate Hours; no added comment as it may hit too close to home for some. Especially the last two lines. Those Desperate hours that extended too long...……….




History to the Defeated

The Weakerthans

There's blood in the sink and he's plunging his wrists in
A hangover halo is washing away
Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror
Stands up in his derelict daydreams

Always too tall, always walked around wearing
A smile that was never quite sure of itself
Planning a future of failures inflicted
In phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds

There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention

Don't give me that look, I looked harder than most did
Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes
Soft-traced to frown as I put the receiver down
Where do I go for a pardon

There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention

We're listing what's left, a signed Slayer t-shirt
A car up on blocks in his mother's backyard

Wow, that's depressing...

Ok, back to the dead lady:
1) roll her up and stuff her in one of those big leaf bags, throw some leaves on top, place on neighbors front porch and set afire. He comes out stomps out the fire, and sees that he killed your granny. Now, it's his problem to quietly & discreetly dispose of the body.
2) find the leader of the trailer part, and tell him that you will be supplying the chili (extra meat) for the NY eve party.
3) wrap granny in a couple of big plastic bags, cram her into a box and mail her to
Dumpland, Siberia...