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by Moturd
I have a sick little post-apocalyptic fantasy involving Gordon Ramsey.
Please let me in your shelter! I missed my flight back to England. I'll die out here! I'll do anything!
Anything? Alright then, Mr. high and mighty celebrity chef. Welcome to my world.
No, I won't do it! You can't make me! No fucking way you're ever going to put that in my mouth!
Do it , Ramsey. Open your mouth and think about your happy place.
What in the bloody hell was that monstrosity?
I call 'em Moturd Sliders! They're Spam and dill pickle slices on saltine crackers.
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