It started innocently enough. My brother-in-law, the King of Awkwardness, had invited us over for a dinner party.
We arrived, dressed to impress, only to be greeted by the aroma of burnt offering and the faint scent of desperation.
The evening descended into chaos when Brother-in-Law attempted to impress us with his signature "spaghetti sauce" - a questionable concoction of ketchup and mayonnaise.
We politely declined, citing "food poisoning concerns," and made a hasty exit, leaving Brother-in-Law to his solo culinary adventure.
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