I've eaten things you people wouldn't believe. Forty-foot smokers on fire off the shoulder of Austin. I watched sea bream glitter in the dark near the ESPNZone. All those moments will be lost in time, like wings in donkey sauce. Time to fry.
― WilliamC, Thursday, 15 November 2012 01:30 (eleven years ago) link
a clockwork orange bbq duck ora clockwork orange spraytan?
― Philip Nunez, Thursday, 15 November 2012 01:54 (eleven years ago) link
for a long time, i ate lunch early
― difficult listening hour, Thursday, 15 November 2012 02:02 (eleven years ago) link
Choose Guy's. Choose a Brown Derby Cobb. Choose a Guy's Famous Big Bite Caesar. Choose a family-size portion. Choose a fucking big Huli-Huli Roasted Chicken. Choose Skyy Vodka, orange puree, Heartland Orange Cream Soda, and Haagen Dazs Vanilla Ice Cream. Choose poor health, high cholesterol and insurance claims. Choose Awesome Pretzel Chicken Tenders. Choose Bacon Chicken Mac & Cheese. Choose Motley Que Ribs. Choose Guy-talian Nachos and matching Sashimi Tacos. Choose a three part burger on garlic brioche drowned in fucking Donkey Sauce. Choose Rice-a-munee and wondering what the fuck it actually is. Choose sitting on that woven chair watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing disgraces to humanity, stuffing fucking junk food into their mouths. Choose your guts rotting away at the end of it all, shitting your dignity out back in your miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment that the shellfish and fucked-up pasta you have shat now has improved flavour. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose Guy's: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when his food's this shit?
― passive-aggressive display name (aldo), Thursday, 15 November 2012 14:31 (eleven years ago) link
In NYC did Guy Fier'A starchy Gastro-Dome decree,His art, the sacred frosted hairHis cooking to thy guts unfairThe French fries taste like pee.
― Me order! Me Fieri! Me run Flavortown! (jjjusten), Thursday, 15 November 2012 20:06 (eleven years ago) link
LOOK UPON MY DONKEY SAUCE, YE MIGHTY AND DESPAIR
― beef richards (Mr. Que), Thursday, 15 November 2012 20:07 (eleven years ago) link
omg jjj i love u
― fueled by satanism, violence, and sodomy (elmo argonaut), Thursday, 15 November 2012 20:14 (eleven years ago) link
aujourd’hui, maman est morte. ou peut-être fieri, je ne sais pas.
― estela, Thursday, 15 November 2012 20:42 (eleven years ago) link
An asshole with a Fender shirtIn a vision once I saw:The food was so abyssmally made,by men with awful bleach-dyed fadeUnhinging their massive jaw.Could I revive within meThe sense of right and wrong,To such deep distaste ‘twould win meThat with music loud and long,I would smash that dome within the air!That starchy dome, those drinks of loss,And all who heard should see them there,And all should cry: “Beware! Beware!His fattened gut, his floating hair!Greens are made of food not moss,And close your eyes in holy dread:For he on bacon grease hath fed,And drunk the milk of Donkey Sauce!”
― Me order! Me Fieri! Me run Flavortown! (jjjusten), Thursday, 15 November 2012 20:44 (eleven years ago) link
got the beginning and the end, now just need to work out the middle and my work here is done
― Me order! Me Fieri! Me run Flavortown! (jjjusten), Thursday, 15 November 2012 20:45 (eleven years ago) link
This thing is coming together nicely. Anyone know an agent?
― nuts spats (Austerity Ponies), Thursday, 15 November 2012 20:59 (eleven years ago) link
http://content9.flixster.com/movie/26/10/261011_det.jpg
― set the controls for the heart of the sun (VegemiteGrrl), Thursday, 15 November 2012 21:05 (eleven years ago) link
hahahaaa
― super perv powder (Phil D.), Thursday, 15 November 2012 21:07 (eleven years ago) link