~Guy Fieris POV~
The old man keeps complaining about how his knee keeps bending backwards, I tell him to shut the fuck up and make me his casserole. We began making a casserole:
3 lbs ground beef
5 basil leaves
1 bell pepper
Some ammount of oregano I got bored and started playing tetris
1 onion
1/3 cup tomato sauce
2 lbs pasta
And 19 cups pepperjack
After its made I take a long haaaaard look at her.. and I felt a weird feeling in my pants that i havent felt since 'nam..
I looked down and noticed i had a boner, luckily im so small nobody could ever notice.
I grab a fork and dig into her, she tasted so good i moaned loudly and then bashed my head onto the still hot stove yelling this is flavortown. I ask him to make me 13 more batches and he said yes if I paid his medical bills. I agreed. He made my casseroles as I pretend to write the check. He finishes them and I yell "JEROLD GET THE CASSEROLES" I put up my check book and run.
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Guy Fieri: the daddy-o
RomanceA sexy, thiccy, bleach blonde food critic with flame button up shirts falls in love with one of the meals he eats. He falls so in love, he would go to any extent to get that fat piece of meet in his throat... or ass.
