Dear french onion soup.
I'm never ever going to attempt to make you ever again.
Especially if all I get out of it are big thighs, stinging eyes, bleeding fingers and a lesson learned.
I sliced my fucking finger on the mandoline for you.
And I spend $12 on gruyere cheese.
Fuck you, soupe a l'oignon.
Im going to stop typing before I get any more blood on my keyboard.
Especially if all I get out of it are big thighs, stinging eyes, bleeding fingers and a lesson learned.
I sliced my fucking finger on the mandoline for you.
And I spend $12 on gruyere cheese.
Fuck you, soupe a l'oignon.
Im going to stop typing before I get any more blood on my keyboard.