3rd course: Yes, yes, very clever. Fun's over.
This whole curse day thing is the deities taking the piss, is what it is. First I'm using "lolspeak" -not a fucking word Jack Bourdain or we'll see if you ever get to fuck my mouth again- and then everyone and their dog forgets everything.
How am I supposed to find perfect veal when my connections can't remember that they're dealing in premium cuts of meat? This new restaurant is never going to go anywhere if this bloody curse day shite doesn't knock the fuck off.
... I wonder how many blowjobs getting the Chef some truffles would earn me?
And I am stating it officially. I'm staying inside on curse days. I really just can't be assed to deal with all this fuckery.
The City isn't all bad though. There is an awful lot of pretty isn't there?
How am I supposed to find perfect veal when my connections can't remember that they're dealing in premium cuts of meat? This new restaurant is never going to go anywhere if this bloody curse day shite doesn't knock the fuck off.
... I wonder how many blowjobs getting the Chef some truffles would earn me?
And I am stating it officially. I'm staying inside on curse days. I really just can't be assed to deal with all this fuckery.
The City isn't all bad though. There is an awful lot of pretty isn't there?