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post #61 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence,
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post #62 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!
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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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
Reply
post #63 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!"
Then he jumped onto the
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 #64 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 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!"
Then he jumped onto the back of the site manager
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post #65 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!"
Then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird
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 #66 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.

"Obvious that I need three

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 #67 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 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick

"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 #68 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick"

Wrong number, dialed Barry Manilow.
post #69 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick"

Wrong number, dialed Barry Manilow.

Copa, Copacabana......leave a message!
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
Reply
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
Reply
post #70 of 77
Did everyone give up on making this coherent? If I killed it, please detour from my "Barry Manilow" contribution; rewind it a bit. :D
post #71 of 77
Thread Starter 
Not atall Yeti. I for1 thought it was an good twist. I think folk just got tired of doing it. Lets see...

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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick"

Wrong number, dialed Barry Manilow.
Copa, Copacabana......leave a message! The message was clear. Please
"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 #72 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick"

Wrong number, dialed Barry Manilow.
"Copa, Copacabana......leave a message!"
The message was clear. "Please Barry, I need Superchef to
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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 #73 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 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick"

Wrong number, dialed Barry Manilow.
"Copa, Copacabana......leave a message!"
The message was clear. "Please Barry, I need Superchef to deal with the enormous amount
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post #74 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick"

Wrong number, dialed Barry Manilow.
"Copa, Copacabana......leave a message!"
The message was clear. "Please Barry, I need Superchef to deal with the enormous amount of gelled boa feathers, so
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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 #75 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 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick"

Wrong number, dialed Barry Manilow.
"Copa, Copacabana......leave a message!"
The message was clear. "Please Barry, I need Superchef to deal with the enormous amount of gelled boa feathers, so shift ur arse and grab his

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post #76 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick"

Wrong number, dialed Barry Manilow.
"Copa, Copacabana......leave a message!"
The message was clear. "Please Barry, I need Superchef to deal with the enormous amount of gelled boa feathers, so shift ur arse and grab his apron and pick him up

post #77 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 TV chef re-habilitation home. So, in a cloud of flatulence, he cried "Eureka! It's obvious!", then he jumped onto the back of the site manager and rode him like Mine That Bird.
"Obvious that I need three days off. Call Superchef Quick"

Wrong number, dialed Barry Manilow.
"Copa, Copacabana......leave a message!"
The message was clear. "Please Barry, I need Superchef to deal with the enormous amount of gelled boa feathers, so shift ur arse and grab his apron and pick him up
Now I could only wait...
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