• Chef
Harry:
— What the fuck is this shit? It looks like you took a fucking shit on this bullshit!
Me:
— Uhm well you see, it's supposed to be a chocolate cake. And oh! The lumps you called shit are brownies balls
Harry:
— Brownie balls? Holy fuck you don't understand, huh!? This competition is meant for the best of the best, your cooking looks like it's been made by a five year old on marijuana! God, I can only imagine the taste of this.
Me:
— It's quite good tbh, best seller of my lemonade stand.
Harry:
— I'm going to-
2nd person:
— Kill yourself? I'll join you
Me:
— Ugh count me in, I'm done with Chef Styles' crabby talk.
Harry:
— WTF NO, DONT JOIN ME IN THE AFTERLIFE. I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR UNCULTURED ASS UP IN HEAVEN
Me:
— As if I'd want you to, fucking jerk smh. Ever heard of considering other people's feelings? And TRYING their food before you call it shit
Harry:
— My dear lord, Faith, presentation is a very important component to winning this whole shit show! You are lacking creativity, and all of the above!
Me:
— Do you see this guy? Always making fun of me and my cooking
2nd person:
— Who knows, maybe he likes you
Me:
— Are you in the 2nd grade? This isn't elementary buddy. He's just a very lonely soul that hasn't been laid.
Harry:
— Laid? Oh FUCK you, I'm very sexually active
Me:
— *snorts* yeah, with a watermelon
2nd person:
— how tf is that supposed to work?
Me:
— Ask him, he does it
Harry:
— and you would know because?
Me:
— I'm very creative, got a wild imagination. And all of the above
2nd person:
— God, I want to wife her
Harry:
— *whispers* stfu and go suck a dick, this ones mine.
Lmao the majority of my convos with Harry are him being mean asffff, let's mix it up shall we.
