Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Open Mouth, Insert Foot. Cuz You're Sure Not Getting Any Of My Food.

     So I'm working on making breakfast, browning up some sausage and Mike comes into the kitchen.

  • Mike: "Ooooh! I want the burned piece." *swipes piece of sausage* 
  • Me: "Seriously? It's not burnt, its browned."
  • Mike: *under his breath* "Well it's OVER browned."
  • Me: "What did you say?? Mother fucker, get the FUCK out of my kitchen!"
  • Mike: "But I..."
  • Me: "OUUUUT!"

Moral of the story? Don't talk shit about my cooking. Especially when I feed you SO well.
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