Top Chef: Welcome to Bo-Cooze Duh Whore
November 30th, 2009
Hey ‘Gasmii, I’m finally back. I can’t apologize enough for the delays on this recap. As you may recall, the BF and I headed to Los Angeles last weekend where we ate some fine foods (Flipit and I shared a plate of deep-fried mac’n'cheese balls at Hamburger Mary’s on Santa Monica Blvd and giggled and talked trash about the upcoming American Music Awards), tasted some weird drinks (Diet Pomegranate 7-Up With Natural Anti-Oxidant… that was thanks to my Vegan BFF Erick) and took in some culture (we saw the movie “Precious” and I’m afraid the shocked-and-horrified gay-inhale that I let out in the deadly-silent theatre when Mariah-Carey-in-no-makeup first appeared on-screen caused several people around me to glare in my direction). *sigh* So much fun. However, because the theme of my life is often “No good time goes unpunished.”, is it any wonder that I became violently ill upon returning home? Or maybe it was this picture that WaffleBoy forwarded to me…
…of Sexist Pigshit’s playful attempts to fistfuck Fat Kid…
Without going into the TMI-arena, let’s just say that for the next four days bad things were coming out of every end of my body and I was unable to see, smell or taste anything remotely made of (or related to) food. At least I got out of having to vacuum the house for Thanksgiving. In any event, I was very lucky that there was no new episode of Top Chef this past week, so I still have time to catch you all up on the doings of our remaining cheftestants, which basically boiled down to them competing in their own version of the Culinary Special Olympics. Let’s hold hands (mine are clean and disinfected now) and take the jump!…
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