Chairman
Other only linux user on the blog
>What the fuck did you just fucking say about eggs, you little oaf? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Le Cordon Bleu, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret deliveries for the Direction générale de la Sécurité extérieure, and I have over 300 confirmed five-star reviews. I am trained in the psychological culinary arts and I’m the top chef in the entire French Culinary Institute. You are nothing to me but just another ingredient. I will cook you the fuck out with skill the likes of which has never been seen before on this bEarth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, amateur. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of wine-tasters across France and your meal is having its recipe being reverse-engineered right now so you better prepare for the storm, peasant. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your career. You’re fucking dead, child. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can cook eggs in like 50 different ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed cooking, but I have access to the entire pantry of the French Culinary Institute and I will use it to its full extent to create a meal so artful that it will wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little oaf. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” review was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit my vegetable peelings all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, child.
