All the chefs I knew...dfstciwfky
I should have turned around and kicked that little guy into the oven. But at the time I was maybe twenty and probably didn't think that anything beyond having evil thoughts was ok.
But really, his fat ass was in my way. And if I had, it would have made for a better story now than I can tell. It might have gone like this...
Ok, the night is really rockin', I've got tickets coming in like fuck...I haven't had an egg in a few hours, I turn, with pans to put in the oven, and the little weasel like, 40 yr. old dick is right behind me, head in the baker box, ready to be kicked in, now, ten years later, I want him to cook and stink and die whilst the night goes on without him in my way. I digress... Three hours earlier, he sat across from me and wrote an amount a dollar less than required down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. I still have that piece of paper, and they paid me what was required. That little fucking weasel.
But really, his fat ass was in my way. And if I had, it would have made for a better story now than I can tell. It might have gone like this...
Ok, the night is really rockin', I've got tickets coming in like fuck...I haven't had an egg in a few hours, I turn, with pans to put in the oven, and the little weasel like, 40 yr. old dick is right behind me, head in the baker box, ready to be kicked in, now, ten years later, I want him to cook and stink and die whilst the night goes on without him in my way. I digress... Three hours earlier, he sat across from me and wrote an amount a dollar less than required down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. I still have that piece of paper, and they paid me what was required. That little fucking weasel.
