I'm a fucking chef, bitchThat gives me the right to dish out all the recipes I want and call soup gay
Let's see you try to rock the hot line at a top-rated restaurants. It's 110 behind the line, the ovens run at over 500, and your dealing extremely hot pans and tickets that won't stop coming in. You're also working in between two members of Mara Salvatrucha with extremely sharp knives in their hands and partying with them after work. Try calling one of them gay for giving a recipe and find out what happens, maricon!!
Mama me verga, pajero
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