Gordon Ramsay: “The damn steak is over done just at the bark on it. It looks like a huge scab I had on me leg once. And the grits? Nobody frickin eats em anymore?!”
I saw a video where a fairly attractive woman says “me for an evening, or this sandwich everyday for a year” and then she holds up a fat, delicious looking pastrami sandwich. Good on her for having self confidence, at least before she posted that video, but girl you never stood a chance. Apparently, nobody ever explained to her the difference between the way to a man’s bed and the way to his heart.
Gordon Ramsay: “The damn steak is over done just at the bark on it. It looks like a huge scab I had on me leg once. And the grits? Nobody frickin eats em anymore?!”
I like grits, but nobody around here even sells ’em. Best I’ve seen is the occasional box of instant grits.
Amazon and Walmart shut down all the mom-and-pop grist mills.
That’s not a steak it’s remains from an obvious arson.
I’ve heard you really gotta cook yak meat well done if you want to hide the butchers DNA.
I saw a video where a fairly attractive woman says “me for an evening, or this sandwich everyday for a year” and then she holds up a fat, delicious looking pastrami sandwich. Good on her for having self confidence, at least before she posted that video, but girl you never stood a chance. Apparently, nobody ever explained to her the difference between the way to a man’s bed and the way to his heart.
Forget the seat, gimme a plate with a medium-rare steak on it…
I am so glad I have access to a handy-dandy chart.
Step aside, please, so that I may gratefully accept the kind invitation to “Take a Seat”.