My wife and I went to a buddy’s place for a braai.
He was braaing, and for some reason, turned to me first and asked how I’d like my steak done.
“No worries, I’ll braai my own, thanks. I like it very rare.”, I responded.
“Aren’t you worried about mad cow?”, he asked.
“Nah, she’ll have the same as me.”
And that’s when the fight started…
