Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Without A Hairnet

Did the cooks go on strike again?

“I’m not at the restaurant, jackass. I’m volunteering at a soup kitchen.”

Good of you to do.

“Gotta give back.”

Yes, you do.

“I would’ve rather done a show and donated the proceeds, but Jill wanted to do this.”

Gotta listen to the boss.

“Yup. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Never cooked in my life.”

Never?

“I can put stuff in the toaster. Or the toaster oven. I got both those suckers down cold. But the stove? Completely foreign device. I believe food should be brought to me.”

Does Jill cook?

“Oh, yeah. Great at it. She makes the best chili in the world. Know what she calls it?”

What?

“Jilli.”

Ah.

“It’s a portmanteau.”

Yes.

“I didn’t say it was funny, I just said that’s what she calls it.”

I’m cool.

“You’re not.”

I know. You look good in a hairnet.

“Fuck off.”

Sure.

1 Comment

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    October 19, 2017 at 4:40 pm

    Western Blots maybe?

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