Holy crap.
Ima' talk some smack about mrs. blues.
The title of this thread is wrong.
The title to this thread should be
I Shit You Not!
When I'm gettin' dow brown in The Blues Kitchen mrs. blues is not allowed in usually.
I was down the hall in my rehearsal room workin' on a few of my new chart toppin' hits when I smelled somethin',
mrs. blues had snuck in there and made some sheeit alright.
She took some frozen mini totz and threw 'em in a casserole dish, then dumped a big can of cream of mushroom soup on 'em and then covered with shredded cheese and tossed the whole mess in the oven.
By the time I seen it she had already yanked it and loaded up a plate and was haulin' ass back to her office.
This is what I found on the counter top.
It looked pretty crappy but being curious I just had to taste it.
It wasn't bad or rather it wouldn't be too bad if I was piss drunk.
It actually tasted similar to fresh barf but without the acid.
Kinda' sweet and stenchy at the same time.
Even if she had put hot sauce or some other heat on it nothing would have improve that junk.
But you wanna' know the sickest part this whole dealio'?
I caught a glimpse of her plate before she got away with it.
She had splooged
KETCHUP all over the whole 'thang.
Hear me now, 'bleed me later.
That is one of the sickest plates of crappy food I have ever seen.
I shit you not!