
I was watching
Hell's Kitchen last night on the recently installed big screen at the house (thanks
Bobo) and I hate to say it, because I know that "wiggers" across America are sad, but it is time for Keith (K-Greasy) to turn in his jacket and hit the road. To quote the great hat to the side and lean back chef/bartender, "K-Greasy can't kill it all of the time". Don't worry K-Greasy, the Bushido thinks you received enough exposure to land a gig "cheffin" it somewhere. Until then, in case a free-style rap-off breaks out, you can check out this
helpful link to survive the battle. I did enjoy the snark at the end, which Chef found to be terribly rude, regarding Chef's favoritism toward Virgina-you may be onto something there K-Greasy. Then again, they are both married and talented chefs, so enough with the sour grapes.
Virginia is for lovers

Despite Virginia's recent leap into nuptials, the Bushido not only believes she will win the new kitchen after beating out the psycho-killer Heather, but she has also won the heart of the Bushido. Seriously, I was thinking about it. She has all of my favorite attributes in the female of the species: she's manic, she's up and down (bi-polar), insecure, cries at the drop of a hat, she's flirtty, over-emotional, knows her way around a kitchen, and she's adorably brunette. All right, so the Bushido Way is to enjoy all of those attributes except for the brown hair-just kidding, the Bushido is a fan of brunettes. (Full disclosure: My step-dad, Dan, asked me why I didn't date brunettes this weekend, and we determined that it is a subconscious hang-up with roots in our return to the States after living in Costa Rica when a Spanish contemporary of mine, kissed me and took my Mickey Mouse stuffed animal. I haven't trusted a brunette since. Funny side note, Mother thought all the ladies that I brought home where brunettes. I think she quit caring about hair color years ago; she just wants her Jimmy to get married before she turns 60-Happy Birthday Momma!)
(Photos compliments of Hell's Kitchen)
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