I JUST WANT TO KNOW HOW SHE FOUND OUT SHE COULD EVEN DO THAT
OPEN RP
friendly-neighborhood-ehrhardt:
friendly-neighborhood-ehrhardt:
“Hi I’m Charles Stiles, I’m with a company called Mystery Diners.”
“well charlie, the only mystery here is how you managed to get a show judging other peoples food, you daft bloody donkey.”
“Dammit, Gordon, what are you doing here. I banished you from this realm centuries ago. Your time here is over, release the drone.”
“you cannot hope to contain my raw culinary power, you fool. you absolute bell end.”
“We’ll see about that.”
*a rumbling reverberates through the ground*
A cherry red 1967 Chevy Camaro SS Convertible pulls up to the scene.
“Come on Charlie, you didn’t seriously think ol’ Ramsey got back here all on his own? He had to come through my realm.
“Through Flavortown!“
3 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted
8 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted
16 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted
That’s depression babe!
