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I Am a Sourdough Bastard

by dapunnisher

Cake You can eat it too! My frying pan Is half empty Hate me Because I am good No! Because I am great! Michelan Stars Trips to Mars Candy bars Mason jars Drunk I am Said the can To the packet Of ketchup Baker's square I worked there Line cook nook Splatters shook! The kitchen man Burns the water The bitching fan Yearns for slaughter
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47 / M / Somewhere Else
Published
Sep 3, 2018
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1m
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#cook#kitchen#chef#food#supper#brunch
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