I live with 2 bachelors. One of them is 43 years old and one of them is 8. They are like those 2 old grumpy men on the muppets. I can't remember their names, but you know the ones that were always together.

Anyhow, tonight i was going to work wonders with leftover bbq steak, make a satay and plonk it in a toasted pita with some salad and guacomole. I ran through my plan to the boys, as if a waiter in a fine dining establishment might announce the specials that evening. I spoke as if i was creating a piece of art, as opposed to a quick sunday night meal.

Bachelor number one doesn't eat a whole lot. Bachelor number two has a voracious appetite, but a limited palate. Bachelor number one replied: I'm not that hungry, i'm just going to heat up some crap in the fridge.

So again, i repeated what was on offer to bachelor number 2. I even had to explain what satay sauce was. And his response:

"I'm gonna eat some crap heated up too".

Ingrates.