Oh God I hate you. With all the fury and fire of a thousand white hot, pre-super nova stars i hate you. Why for the life of me the dishwashers can't understand "Throw this fucking thing away or I will call INS!" I will never understand. Why for the life of me I keep forgetting that the square 5 gallon bucket with the red lines on the side is the devil, i will also never understand. Why i never seem to have the time to throw the fucker in the trash myself is all my fault. At least a half dozen times you've flooded my saute station with blanching cold ass water. The actual amount of brine you've let drip all over the floor in the walk in will never be known.
But no more. Today was your last. Your last soggy ass Airwalk (worst shoes ever, behind chucks, in a kitchen), your last buffalo chili spill, your last vinaigrette drip. Today I put you in the dumpster myself. Fuck you, you fucking fuck.
Amen
Thank you Mr. Minor
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3 comments:
hope you dont mind, but I just sent one of my guys over to get it. we are toying around wth distlling our own gin and it sounds perfect.
not a problem. it'll be in the dumpster with a bunch of masking tape all over it that says "BASURA, CABRON!!"
Sometimes I cuss the exact same way at our kitchen towels. Our housekeeping dept washes our towels. They are also responsible for purchasing them. The cheap ones will leave you virtually unprotected from hot saute pan burns.
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