Saw this on facebook this morning.
Reminds me of a little story of the night I met my husband.
Got your attention?
It was just my grandparents, my little sister, me, a really cute guy (future sweetie!) and his friend. We had just sat down in the dining room at my grandparent's house. Chicken was the main course. Conversation was at a minimum- if any! My grandfather said a prayer and then looked up and asked the boys:
"Do you prefer breasts or thighs?"