BoganGod wrote:Someone with soap, dirty soap no less wishes to lecture me. Perth restaurant? f*ck no. Western Australia is the wait awhile state, on an intellectual level marginally higher than bible belt merica. So about 2decades behind the east coast of Australia. Visited Perth in my youth, got more tail than ever before, think the local girls found it a novelty to be fingered by someone who wasn't talking about how much they looked like his favourite cousin. Probably be your type of city DDS, a place where people go to family reunions to get laid. Birth control is shagging your sister who is carrying your brothers child(she can't get knocked up twice....), one hour in a kitchen with me and your little bitch arse would be crying. You can't handle the heat.
You don't have a stake in steaks, you don't have skills, you don't have passion, you just have a mouth. Just waiting for some john to fill it full of salty swimmers. Take your sub furry chub rolls back to adult match maker.
Any dude with the name "God" in it and is from Australia is an overweight tranny, science proves this. Further, you're not a butcher, you're a guy who pays his bills handling other dudes meat on the daily. Im calling you a hooker because that insult would have flown over your head like the money shots you take to your face.
Again, you're not a butcher, you're some weird fat guy sitting in his mom's basement, prowling the streets late at night looking to gobble some poor souls man meat. Wait...I guess you would be a butcher if you're just slobbing on some dudes knob every night, but we're talking about food here, take your uncivilized ass elsewhere you heathen.
