oh jesus
― under minnesota shakedown (mh), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 21:59 (eleven years ago) link
CALL ME DONKEY SAUCE
― beef richards (Mr. Que), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:00 (eleven years ago) link
SO WE EAT ON, OLIVES IN THE FRIED POUNDCAKE, BORNE BACK CEASELESSLY INTO THE JOHN
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:00 (eleven years ago) link
omg u guys
― horseshoe, Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:01 (eleven years ago) link
nanowrimo username: KER-SPLOOSHpassword: fieri
has been created
― Me order! Me Fieri! Me run Flavortown! (jjjusten), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:01 (eleven years ago) link
MRS. DALLOWAY SAID SHE WOULD BUY THE SPICY BURRITO PEPPER JACK CHICKEN BLASTERS HERSELF
― beef richards (Mr. Que), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:02 (eleven years ago) link
hahahahahaha dude YES
― I loves you, PORGI (DJP), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:02 (eleven years ago) link
A SCREAMING COMES ACROSS TEX WASABI'S. IT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE, BUT THERE IS NOTHING TO COMPARE IT TO NOW.
― idiot man-child (strongo hulkington's ghost dad), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:03 (eleven years ago) link
HIS BELLY WAS CHURNING LIKE MAD AND YES I SAID I'D FART I SAID YES I WILL YES
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:03 (eleven years ago) link
it is a truth universally acknowledged that a gringo in possession of a sushi roll must be in want of some pepperjack.
― horseshoe, Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:04 (eleven years ago) link
why are you so good at this alfred it's unsettling
Fieri, light of my life, fire in my colon. My sin, my salami. Fi-e-ri: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three licks down the truffle fry to tap, at three, on the teeth.
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:05 (eleven years ago) link
ahem
― beef richards (Mr. Que), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:05 (eleven years ago) link
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, November 14, 2012 5:00 PM (3 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
almost did a coca-cola spit-take onto my laptop
― Fieri-brand sausages into my and your ready holes (silby), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:05 (eleven years ago) link
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover donkey sauce.
― Fieri-brand sausages into my and your ready holes (silby), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:06 (eleven years ago) link
your mrs. dalloway one made me lol too, que! alfred is just extra-gross with it.
xp lol
― horseshoe, Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:06 (eleven years ago) link
STATELY, PLUMP GUY FIERI CAME TO THE STAIRHEAD, BEARING A BOWL OF PEPPER JACK - ilxors knee deep in guy fieri nanowrimo project
― nuts spats (Austerity Ponies), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:07 (eleven years ago) link
I AM SEATED IN A CHAIN RESTAURANT, SURROUNDED BY HEADS AND JALAPENO POPPERS. MY POSTURE IS CONSCIOUSLY CONGRUENT TO THE SHAPE OF MY VINYL BOOTH.
― idiot man-child (strongo hulkington's ghost dad), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:07 (eleven years ago) link
Fried broccoli-balls have flown their Arcs, smear'd the Sides of Outhouses, as of Guys, carried o-rings away into the brisk Wind off Hudson
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:10 (eleven years ago) link
Guy fried cheese today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know.
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:11 (eleven years ago) link
omg
― idiot man-child (strongo hulkington's ghost dad), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:12 (eleven years ago) link
alfred i already have heart troubles
For a long time, I let Fieri bread my sushi in donkey sauce batter early.
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:14 (eleven years ago) link
ONE SUMMER AFTERNOON MRS BEVERLY (REDACTED) CAME HOME FROM A TUPPERWARE PARTY WHOSE HOSTESS HAD PUT TOO MUCH PEPPERJACK IN THE SUSHI TO FIND THAT SHE, BEVERLY (REDACTED), HAD BEEN NAMED EXECUTOR, OR SHE SUPPOSED EXECUTRIX, OF THE ESTATE OF ONE GUY FIERI, A CALIFORNIA DONKEY SAUCE MOGUL WHO HAD ONCE LOST TWO MILLION DOLLARS IN HIS SPARE TIME BUT STILL HAD HAM NUMEROUS AND TANGLED ENOUGH TO MAKE THE JOB OF SORTING IT ALL OUT MORE THAN HONORARY.
― fiscal cliff burton (get bent), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:14 (eleven years ago) link
He had already chosen the title of the book, after much thought: The Fry-o-lation of the Primitive Tourists of the Lower Intestine.
― Fieri-brand sausages into my and your ready holes (silby), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:15 (eleven years ago) link
guys we can bind this and call it The Book of Hells
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:15 (eleven years ago) link
STATELY, PLUMP GUY FIERI CAME TO THE STAIRHEAD
^ next level
― mod is my co-pilot (Pillbox), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:16 (eleven years ago) link
Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as taking a painful crap after consuming a Big Bird on Fire.
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:17 (eleven years ago) link
goddammit i was just trying to come up with a portrait onr
― horseshoe, Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:19 (eleven years ago) link
henry james is convulsing in his grave btw
it was the best of threads, it was the worst of threads
― fiscal cliff huxtable (latebloomer), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:21 (eleven years ago) link
― congratulations (n/a), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:21 (eleven years ago) link
He waited, Guy Fieri, for his father to come in, but he kept him unconscionably, and there were moments at which he showed himself, nude and covered in glistening pork fat, a penis positively pale with the irritation that had brought him to the point of coming on a pile of mozzarella sticks.
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:23 (eleven years ago) link
Mr. Guy Fieri ate with relish the deep-fried inner organs of beasts and fowls, w/ kickin donkey sauce & a side of mac-daddi-roni salad.
― mod is my co-pilot (Pillbox), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:24 (eleven years ago) link
^^^^ YES
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:24 (eleven years ago) link
I should've been an english major
― Fieri-brand sausages into my and your ready holes (silby), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:24 (eleven years ago) link
I should've been a food runner at Fieri's joint.
― the little prince of inane false binary hype (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:25 (eleven years ago) link
the business card scene from american psycho could use more donkey sauce HINT HINT
― Philip Nunez, Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:29 (eleven years ago) link
Fieri turned, with sudden, livid rage, toward the burger. He shook his fist. He seemed about to deliver a philippic.
"Donkey Sauce--"
The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wheel of pepper jack.
― Eccsame the Photon Guys (Sufjan Grafton), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:36 (eleven years ago) link
Something about how much donkier Bobby Flay's sauce is compared to FIeri's, and how Fieri can't for the life of him get a reservation at Donkia.
― Philip Nunez, Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:41 (eleven years ago) link
He was an old man who sat alone in a booth at Tex Wasabi's and he had gone eighty-four days now without ordering a dirty magazine roll.
― 乒乓, Wednesday, 14 November 2012 22:47 (eleven years ago) link
The sky above Tex Wasabi's was the color of television, tuned to the Food Network.
"It's not like I'm eating," Guy heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of Tex's. "It's like my body's developed this massive pepper jack deficiency."
― idiot man-child (strongo hulkington's ghost dad), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 23:09 (eleven years ago) link
dying, again
― under minnesota shakedown (mh), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 23:14 (eleven years ago) link
“Someone must have slathered Josef K in donkey sauce, for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was working in Tex Wasabi's kitchen.”
― 乒乓, Wednesday, 14 November 2012 23:17 (eleven years ago) link
When he woke in Johnny Garlic's in the dark of the night he'd reach out to touch Guy sleeping beside him. Sushi fried beyond friedness and the sauce more donkey each one than what had gone before.
― idiot man-child (strongo hulkington's ghost dad), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 23:22 (eleven years ago) link
Assuming every one on this thread saw the Guy Fieri/Matthew McCoughney Food Network special, but if not just a taste of the greatest TV ever:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKxfbRpEPu8&feature=relmfu
― ums (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 23:30 (eleven years ago) link
bongos, brah.
― idiot man-child (strongo hulkington's ghost dad), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 23:31 (eleven years ago) link
bon-gos.
can i just say how much better that clip is, and it's perfect to begin with, with prince's "it's gonna be a beautiful night" playing behind it.
― idiot man-child (strongo hulkington's ghost dad), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 23:32 (eleven years ago) link
I took advantage of being at tex wasabi's to chow down on a plate of garlic-margarita-lasagna-poppers. They were nachos but tex wasabi's called them garlic-margarita-lasagna-poppers. Yes, on this occasion I laid in a considerable store. I distributed them equally between my four pockets, and sucked them turn and turn about. This raised a problem which I first solved in the following way. I had say sixteen garlic-margarita-lasagna-poppers, four in each of my four pockets these being the two pockets of my trousers and the two pockets of my greatcoat. Taking a garlic-margarita-lasagna-popper from the right pocket of my greatcoat, and putting it in my mouth, I replaced it in the right pocket of my greatcoat by a garlic-margarita-lasagna-popper from the right pocket of my trousers, which I replaced by a garlic-margarita-lasagna-popper from the left pocket of my trousers, which I replaced by a garlic-margarita-lasagna-popper from the left pocket of my greatcoat, which I replaced by the garlic-margarita-lasagna-popper which was in my mouth, as soon as I had finished sucking it. Thus there were still four garlic-margarita-lasagna-poppers in each of my four pockets, but not quite the same garlic-margarita-lasagna-poppers. And when the desire to suck took hold of me again, I drew again on the right pocket of my greatcoat, certain of not taking the same garlic-margarita-lasagna-popper as the last time.
― puff puff post (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Wednesday, 14 November 2012 23:33 (eleven years ago) link