You suck at cooking. You fuck up rice. You think Cayenne is that fat bitch from around the way and Old Bay is the piece of shit that keeps calling the cops on you and your boys. Stop being such a fucking loser and grow a brain. Cooking is easy as shit. Learn it.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Pork Explosion Quiche
Well I have leftover pork, bacon, and cheddar cheese; Time to make a motherfucking quiche. "What the fuck? You always make quiches. Quiches suck." I am going to pretend you didn't say that so I don't do anything I will regret or that will land me in prison. Quiches are the best breakfast in the history of breakfasts so don't fucking tell me that quiches suck. I am sorry your life is so depressing you have to take it out on breakfast dishes. Not really, loser. Let's begin:
Make a pie crust, pork loin, and bacon. Line the bottom of the pie crust with grated cheddar cheese, add your meat, and top with more cheese. Pour in nine whisked eggs. I don't do that Frenchie poofter bullshit with all the cream and crap. I just pour eggs over meat and cheese, America style. Suck it France.
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LOL!! Nice! Quiche is good... And it's not just for chicks. In fact, you've made it sound quite manly! You should be a male quiche advocate for dickheads everywhere that don't know a culinary legend when they taste one.
Cute dog!
I never thought it was just for the ladies. Now I feel insecure, thanks. But yes I would love to be a quiche advocate for assholes. Quiche rocks the house!
Whats your pathetic looking poochs name?
He looks like he feels sorry for you.
His name is "Go Fuck Yourself"
I take it back, Cooking Asshole. You are not a soft, wimpy, west coast hippy. Because you made this pork explosion quiche and you have a very cute dog. You must be pretty cool. But I bet you hate okra and love wine. If you hate oysters too I might scream.
You are damn fucking right! I love all the aforementioned food stuffs.
Me too, fucker.
right...you probably live for Velveeta
A year later. .. and .. after just 3 beers, I thought.. my wife doesnt like quiche. I love quiche. I love making my own fucking food, not buying it off some mass produced bastards.
So, I thought, fuck my wife, Im going to make a mother fucking quiche. So, I typed the words "How to make a mother fucking quiche" into the Google fuckers engine, and your site was tops. I read your shit and thought: Im going to leave my mother fucking wife for this. Bitch. No way. I demand the right to make mother fucking quiche, and unite all mother fuckers who want the right to remain who they are, not be altered by some mother fucking bitch. MAKE MOTHER FUCKING QUICHE NOT WAR. or something like that. Either way.. make it and fucking eat it. Fuck everything else. (nice dog, btw. Glad you put food in his face, I would have too)
Best drunk rant comment ever!
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