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post #31 of 77
5/19/09 at 9:30pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies'
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out. "Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is !"Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear. Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears..streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
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post #32 of 77
5/20/09 at 9:35am
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies'
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out. "Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is !"Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear. Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears..streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects. OH MY GOD!!! screamed one
Taste: The sensation derived from food, as interpreted thru the tongue to brain sensory system.
Flavor: The overall impression combining taste, odor, mouthfeel and trigeminal perception.
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post #33 of 77
5/20/09 at 9:54am
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies'
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out. "Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is !"Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear. Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears..streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects. OH MY GOD!!! screamed one Has anyone any Grey Poupon?
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post #34 of 77
5/20/09 at 12:47pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies'
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out. "Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is !"Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear. Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears..streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects. OH MY GOD!!! screamed one Has anyone any Grey Poupon? "Yes, it's a fine mustard". . . . the old man in the corner responded
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post #35 of 77
5/20/09 at 1:12pm
Thread Starter 
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies'
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out. "Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is !"Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear. Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears..streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects. OH MY GOD!!! screamed one Has anyone any Grey Poupon? "Yes, it's a fine mustard". . . . the old man in the corner responded . hiding his own jar up
"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #36 of 77
5/20/09 at 1:45pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped...
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #37 of 77
5/20/09 at 4:01pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...
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post #38 of 77
5/20/09 at 4:10pm
Silk wrapped chihuahua :lol:
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post #39 of 77
5/20/09 at 4:23pm
Thread Starter 
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...Superchef was furious, he'd planned
"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #40 of 77
5/20/09 at 4:51pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
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post #41 of 77
5/20/09 at 5:05pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #42 of 77
5/21/09 at 1:50am
Thread Starter 
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #43 of 77
5/21/09 at 9:33am
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg
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post #44 of 77
5/21/09 at 9:39am
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so...
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #45 of 77
5/21/09 at 9:54am
ashamed of him, thank goodness.....
cooking with all your senses.....
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post #46 of 77
5/21/09 at 10:02am
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #47 of 77
5/21/09 at 10:24am
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him,thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa
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post #48 of 77
5/21/09 at 10:51am
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
Reply
post #49 of 77
5/21/09 at 2:59pm
Thread Starter 
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom....Oh ~F**k
"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #50 of 77
5/21/09 at 3:54pm
Thread Starter 
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom....Oh ~F**k cries ty pennington. We can
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"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #51 of 77
5/21/09 at 4:23pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries ty pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #52 of 77
5/21/09 at 4:31pm
Thread Starter 
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries ty pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some hair gel, but we gotta


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"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #53 of 77
5/21/09 at 6:33pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries ty pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some hair gel, but we gotta save the tail end for


Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #54 of 77
5/22/09 at 1:21am
Thread Starter 
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries ty pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some hair gel, but we gotta save the tail end for superchef."
Ty's kitchen makeover wasnt
"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #55 of 77
5/22/09 at 10:27am
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries Ty Pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some hair gel, but we gotta save the tail end for superchef."
Ty's kitchen makeover wasn't impossible, but he would need
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #56 of 77
5/22/09 at 12:13pm
Thread Starter 
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries Ty Pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some hair gel, but we gotta save the tail end for superchef."
Ty's kitchen makeover wasn't impossible, but he would needbiscuits and gravy for ballast



I say!!! ~This is getting very silly.
"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #57 of 77
5/22/09 at 12:39pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries Ty Pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some hair gel, but we gotta save the tail end for superchef."
Ty's kitchen makeover wasn't impossible, but he would need biscuits and gravy for ballast.

Meanwhile, Superchef, drinking gallons of


Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #58 of 77
5/22/09 at 2:32pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries Ty Pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some hair gel, but we gotta save the tail end for superchef."
Ty's kitchen makeover wasn't impossible, but he would need biscuits and gravy for ballast.

Meanwhile, Superchef, drinking gallons of Pink Squirrels and Fuzzy Navels
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post #59 of 77
5/22/09 at 2:39pm
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries Ty Pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some hair gel, but we gotta save the tail end for superchef."
Ty's kitchen makeover wasn't impossible, but he would need biscuits and gravy for ballast.

Meanwhile, Superchef, drinking gallons of Pink Squirrels and Fuzzy Navels, convinced Ty to build a
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #60 of 77
5/22/09 at 3:22pm
Thread Starter 
The kitchen smelled of old men's underwear that Bughut found.
The rats there seemed determined to find some tasty food!
Closing time was coming near and tomorrow's menu wasn't written.
Dirty dishes were piled up in the unused steam kettle.

Superchef was not concerned, he had seen ratatouille, figured movies.
While he dove head first into the task, Zeppelin ringing in his left ear, only pausing to dodge a flying cleaver moving at warp speed.
"Who flung a cleaver?" he shouted as he pulled it out.
"Hmmm.....tastes like demi!, Demi Moore, that is!"
Suddenly out of nowhere Demi appeared, smelling of old men's underwear.
Suddenly, a naked old man, with brie behind his ears streaked through the dining room, launching his crusty self at three drunk, rich women dripping in jewels, gold and enough perfume to kill insects.
"OH MY GOD!!!" screamed one "Has anyone any Grey Poupon?"
"Yes, it's a fine mustard" the old man in the corner responded , hiding his own jar up Demi Moore's genuine silk wrapped Chihuahua. That spoiled, little dog...

Superchef was furious, he'd planned a formal brunch for tomorrow.
The menu, while unique, was ...MISSING!! "Looks like spam again"
The Chihuahua lifted its leg, soiling Superchef's smock. "I'm so ashamed of him, thank goodness for Oxy Clean!"
He grabs the first available feather boa, intending to use it to re-caulk the bathtroom
"Oh ~F**k" cries Ty Pennington. "We can lubricate the boa with some hair gel, but we gotta save the tail end for superchef."
Ty's kitchen makeover wasn't impossible, but he would need biscuits and gravy for ballast.

Meanwhile, Superchef, drinking gallons of Pink Squirrels and Fuzzy Navels, convinced Ty to build aTV chef re-habilitation home. So
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