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post #31 of 77
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.
post #32 of 77
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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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
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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My latest musical venture!
http://myspace.com/nikandtheniceguys
 
Also
http://www.myspace.com/popshowband "I'm at the age when food has taken the place of sex in my life. In fact I've just had a mirror put over my kitchen table." Rodney Dangerfield RIP
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post #34 of 77
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
post #35 of 77
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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"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #36 of 77
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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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
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...
http://www.onceachef.com/ is my personal blog where I share many recipes, my passion for cooking, and all things food.
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http://www.onceachef.com/ is my personal blog where I share many recipes, my passion for cooking, and all things food.
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post #38 of 77
Silk wrapped chihuahua :lol:
post #39 of 77
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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"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #40 of 77
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.
post #41 of 77
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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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
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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"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #43 of 77
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
post #44 of 77
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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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
ashamed of him, thank goodness.....
cooking with all your senses.....
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cooking with all your senses.....
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post #46 of 77
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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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
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
post #48 of 77
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.
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Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
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post #49 of 77
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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"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #50 of 77
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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"If we're not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat?" Jo Brand
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post #51 of 77
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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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
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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post #53 of 77
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


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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
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
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post #55 of 77
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
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post #56 of 77
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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.
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post #57 of 77
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


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post #58 of 77
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
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
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post #60 of 77
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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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