| CopyPat |
09-10-2014 01:25 PM |
Mystery Box Challenge
I mixed mustard and ketchup, the shits fuckin deleshious. I’m sick a busting these flex’s but this is what I’m the best at. Chicken nuggets get sucked back, but not from Mcdonald’s. I fix em up in the oven fast while I’m watchin the clock go.
Cause you can’t let em burn, its 450 for twenty. And if your counting is firm, the more crispy they’re getting. Of course dipping aplenty, the more sticky the better. And if I cook up a steak, its 4 sticks of some butter. It’s horseshit on some motherfuckin ignorant shit; if your description of yummy is tough and singed to a crisp. Can you resist? I’m only keeping it fair… the menu is pimp. The holy medium rare the only beef I prepare.. and anything more, drove me deep in despair, homie. Beets and asparagus just ain’t gonna cut it. And frozen meats are hysterical when my Angus is commin. But I ain’t dissing nothing from the vegetable family, cause carrots and onions are the best in a pan see. And especially healthy, the veggies around me, I keep a spare rib for supper cause the extras are handy. Next in the pantry is the seasons and spice, if you don’t flavor your food, I don’t believe in your life. That statement was rude but if you’re eatin some rice it needs a savory boost or it’s just weak when you bite. I reach for the knife and filet my own fish. Caught an hour ago, at the lake, I don’t swim. I’ll make a whole dish, with my heart in the whole thing, and the flavor’s so delish cause I barbeque most things. A carb and a protein is the start of my morning, and if I’m groggy of course we get the coffee a pouring. But on with the story, cause we’re close to the close. When it comes to the kitchen I’ll be holding my own. Mostly I’m at home with a fly new dinner, but I wrote this on my phone in the drive through… bitter.
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