Bacon is like a woman. It looks good, smells good, tastes good, and will slowly kill a man.
Bacon is like a woman. It looks good, smells good, tastes good, and will slowly kill a man.
Nobody puts Baby on the floor.
I'm trying to imagine the bringing mr.steak 3 god damn filets. No one needs that much beef to start with, his colon must be like one of those oversized 3 wick candles and his farts must sound like moos.
I don't understand all these people giving chefs a hard time. Why would you knowingly fuck with people that prepare your food and have access to an assortment of knives?