Me, a 12-pack of Coors, a razor and a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide

I believe the proper term is "great googly moogly."

 

That too.

 

That's great...but who are the Chefs?

 

OK.

I'm drunk.

My toe hurts like hell.

We are out of razors.

Is a butcher knife acceptable for digging this bastard out?

Pleasaae advise.

 

Dear Chef,

Um, no. Somehow, the precision isn't as likely to be there. Combine that with a state of inebriation and the jokes about missing toes might be based on fact.

Please don't.

Signed soberly,
SM51

 

But it really fukking hurrts.

 

... and the possibility of a mishap with a butcher knife sounds more appealing?

 

Take a Mydol and suck it up, Nancy-boy

 

Chef, please cut the fucking toe off so we can be done with this bullshit.

That, or maybe go to a doctor and get it taken care of and take a break from officiating 400 games on a weekend.

 

Ah fuck it.

I'll sleep it off and buy some razors in the morning.

Don't feel like amputatuaatuion (cutting off my fucking toe) tonight.

 

Vaginas!


Vaginas everywhere

 

Chef, this woman wants you to know she's not your enemy.