Oops. Made a nice breakfast for KB and myself; poached eggs, toast, potatos dauphinois. yummy.
We sit down, flip on the tele. I'm flipping through the channel guide and I see Ramsey's the F word. Ask KB if we can watch, she says sure.
Gordon and his kids have been growing turkeys for thanksgiving dinner. And now it's slaughter time, right when we tune in.
600 volts in the mouth to stun them, slit of the jugular. Even Gordon felt a little remorse.
KB put's her plate down after having only a few bites and gives me that look.
Breakfast is over.
oops
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