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But, my boss would constantly catch me at work looking up recipes online and sneaking glances at my cook books. And, when I'd go home at night, my wife would call me a pansy and a wuss for wanting to do what she considered a woman's job. Well, one day, I snuck off to the bank's vault at my office to read my recipes in peace, when the door slammed shut during a nuclear raid. When I finally managed to escape, the world had been destroyed. Everything I knew was obliterated and destroyed. But, I was determined to make the most of my ordeal. I went to the local grocery store and stocked up on all of the spices and erected a spice rack in the one kitchen in town that remained standing. After I had made and filled a spice rack with all the spices I could find in the wasteland that used to be my hometown. I triumphantly slammed my cookbook down on the counter. The force caused my spices to topple from the wall and shatter all over the floor. I was aghast, and all I could yell to the heavens was, "There was thyme now, there was thyme." |
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*guy fieri begins to speak* The best-laid plans of spice and men - and Gross Dude, the small man in the apron who wanted nothing but thyme. Gross Dude, now just a part of a smashed landscape, just a piece of the rubble, just a fragment of what man has deeded to himself. Gross Dude - in Flavor Country.
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"All I ever wanted to do was cook good meth." -Heisenberg |
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Just get mcdonalds op |
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