Unscrewed may be dead, but Martin Sargent is not.

I woke up to the metallic squaking of Old Mr. Blue Jay again. What a grumpy bird! Anticipating this, I had plugged in my George Foreman Grill on the patio before retiring last night, sprinkling it liberally with sunflower seeds. So you can imagine the smile on my face when that cranky old bird woke me up this morning. I just lay in bed waiting, trying to hold in the laughter. Sure enough, in no time Old Mr. Blue Jay decided to have his breakfast and alighted on the grill, hoping to enjoy a delicious seed. That’s when I pulled the string, closing the hot grill on his pretty blue feathers. Oh the funny sounds he made as he cooked, the fat draining from his body just like George Foreman advertises (I wish I could box and invent grills as good as George Foreman)! My whole yard smelled like a Pollo Loco. That made me hungry so it was off to Arby’s. So far, the morning was perfect!

Martin Sargent is still alive and kicking. Catch his ramblings at
http://www.sargeworld.com/