February 2012
A Gordon Ramsay Poem
gordonramsaypoetry:
it’s bland taste it i’ve had enough shut it down shut it down.
A Gordon Ramsay poem
gordonramsaypoetry:
Congealed blood? I just don’t feel it. What is that? Oh My God. That is ghastly. Ghastly. Tragic.
A Gordon Ramsay poem
gordonramsaypoetry:
Touch the meat Touch the meat. It’s raw. Raw.
mahpiohanzia
n. the disappointment of being unable to fly.
thefrogman:
I did not see that coming.