Monday, September 10, 2007
The Sous Chef
Pasty McDouche with the creepy Euro-eyes and late 1990s pubal facial pattern is probably a sous chef. Named Raoul.
Actually I don’t know what a sous chef is. But I’ve been saying it all afternoon.
Come on, say it with me. It’s fun. It rolls off the tongue in a gaggle of sss and shhh complimentary phonic resonance.
Sous chef.
Say it again. Sous chef.
Rhymes with douche clef.
Maggie’s Irish Eyes are smilin’, and her boobies make me want to pass out drunken into that good snow in front of the White Horse Tavern.
