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The Chronicles of JayT

JayT has a lot of bun and a little wiener in that pic. :eek:
 
It's there, it's just buried under the awesomeness of toppings. It's a Nathans and they are kinda small, but they sure do taste awesome.
 
Well he is JayT after all. Only now the Klingon Empire will be attempting to steal his cloaking device and have to learn about the awsomeness of JayT the hard way.

EXCELSIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Finally his awsomeness has been recognized on a world wide level. The Security Council of the United Nations has deputized JayT and Issued him the Badge as their "INTERNATION MAN OF MYSTRY"

Where there is war, he will bring peace,
Where there is hate, he will bring love,
Where there is hunger, he will bring awsome microwave hot dogs!

JayTBadge.jpg


Dammmmmmm, True Story!!!
 
It is absolutely terrific that I can bring joy and happiness to so many. Paul, I am happy to have helped.
 
Once Jay and I were walking in a park when I saw a dog with only one eye.

Me:" Jay look at that dog with one eye."

Jay: (Reaches up with right hand and covers one eye) "WHERE"?

AWESOME!




True story.
 
Once I was standing on the edge of a mighty river. I looked across the raging rapids and spotted JayT wearing a pinstripe suit and a viking hat, microwaving a hot dog.....

I shouted above the roar of the rushing water; "How do you get to the other side!!?"

Jay, looking puzzled yet composed, looks right....then left....and shouts back; "Dude, You ARE on the other side!!!"

True story.
 
Testify!!!

RocketMan said:
Whew, what a night!

So, last night after enjoying several Sierra Nevada Glissades I made this really good chicken. Now it's been a while since I posted to the D[runken]C[hef] and didn't even think to grab my camera or phone and grab some shots so I could [show you peeps a great meal] and I paid the price for that as you'll see. After eating and watching a movie I headed up to bed. I got my pillow arranged just right and started drifting off when the sound of Steel Drums, a Pedal Steel Guitar and Conga Drums started to fill the room. Slowly it got louder when an announcer's voice said "Put your hands together for Texas Blues and the DC Band!" Well, out walks TB in his Thong with his Flat Top and he step[ped] up to the microphone. The music takes up a Jimmy Buffet song and TB starts singing:

"I really do appreciate your cutting up all the shrooms,
Dicing the onion and mincing garlic too.
Now pass me the chicken I'll throw some prawns in too,
So why don't we get drunk and cook.

Why don't we get drunk and cook,
I just borrowed Salsa Lady's Cast Iron,
It's big enough for me and you.
You say Pauly is a Drama Queen
And SoFlo needs more brews
So why don't we get drunk and cook

Why don't we get drunk and cook,
I just borrowed Salsa Lady's Cast Iron,
It's big enough for me and you.
You say Pauly is a Drama Queen
And SoFlo needs more brews
So why don't we get drunk and cook
JayT we need a little Bacon
So why don't we get drunk and cook
geeme it's Better with some Cheddar
So why don't we get drunk and cook

In Muskogee Oklahoma USA."

The music was great and as applause exploded from some where, TB looks at me and says "Thanks RocketMan, I'll be here all night" and I sat bolt upright in bed, sweating, eyes burning with the image of TB in his Thong still fresh. As I started to settle down and my eyes began to function again I happened to look over at the door and there was TB's thong hanging on the door knob and I woke again with a start to the sound of a microwave finishing. I was in the kitchen and JayT was plating some of his microwave hot dog awesomeness. He hands me the dogs and a cold beer smiles and says, "It's going to be ok now RM. Just remember, next time you make something worthy of DC posting, you have to post it." And it was. I finished the dogs and drifted off to sleep again to dream of a beautiful tropical beach, cold beer, awesome microwave hot dogs and Jimmy Buffet music.

So, all you Drunken Chef's let this stand as a warning. If you don't want a midnight visit from TB in his thong and the DC Band, post those Drunken creations!

Oh, TB, the music was really GREAT!!

True Story!!
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JayT... the man of microwave prowess!

Testify-on!
 
I'm not sure what it was... probably a mix of too many Red Bull Vodkas, too little sleep, too many nights in Ibiza night clubs... things were nuts back in '06... and it was great.

Found myself at a cafe in Morocco. [Do they even call them Cafes there?] Regardless, it must have been some sort of late-night-partying suggestion that they "have the BEST coffee to wake up to"... and we HAD to be there.
I don't remember the ride over. Hell, I don't even remember punching that one doorman in the face, but I found myself over there nonetheless.

Totally perplexed, and completely out of my element, I walked over to the stone wall across the way to get my bearings. Unbeknownst to me, this area was infested with key-snatching pick-pocketing monkeys. In a flash, the alpha male of the group scooped the keys out of my front right pocket. I immediately looked over to the attractive lady to my right with a sheepish grin... that's when she pointed at the monkey to my left with a grimace... and all hell broke loose.

This monkey was waving the keys to Rosinante, my trusty Jeep, in the air over his head...and pointing at his junk... while laughing.

Hangover mode had me working in slow-motion. I couldn't find anything to throw at him... and that would have been a bad idea anyway. It occurred to me that maybe a bunch of cocktail napkins fluttering in his way would be a distraction, and he'd drop the shiny objects. Morocco also has quite an abundance of Sweet-n-low... and brown plastic stir-straws.

The half-drunken group I was with was pointing fingers and laughing uncontrollably. I think some were even snorting eggs through their noses, but I wasn't having any fun with this...

That's when I met JayT for the first time. He flew into the commotion on a sky-blue Vespa, yanked the wicker basket of microwaved hotdogs off the back, and began pelting wieners at the monkeys. The beasts were so overwhelmed with the encased meat bombardment that they dropped everything... including the keys to Rosinante.

JayT. The Man. The mystery... the dude with hotdogs.

True Story.
 
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