CHEFS MAKE US HAPPY. CHEFS MAKE US GASSY.
CHEFS SWEAR, LIKE OUR FATHERS. CHEFS FEED, LIKE OUR MOTHERS. CHEFS DISSAPOINT, LIKE OUR LOVERS.
BECAUSE OF CHEFS, WE OPEN OUR MOUTHS. BECAUSE OF CHEFS, WE OPEN OUR MINDS.
I WANT TO BE A CHEF!
Monday, 29 December 2008
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DELICIOUS!
I've changed my mind. I want to be a chef instead. Is it too late to change my vote? I don't want to be an ONLINE LITSTER anymore. There's nothing satisfying about ridiculing cooked meats.
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