Crypes you ruined them. My BIL has been a chef for his entire adult life. He fried us all some steaks at my MIL's one night and I wouldn't even eat mine. I don't know what kind of shyt he put on them for seasoning but they smelled like sweaty feet. The first thing I said to my old lady was "I think mine's gone bad. It smells rotten and I ain't eatin it."
Do you at least approve of the asparagus?
Nah, I need a baked potato for blood absorption, which also makes the baked potato edible.
