chef
chef
How about we… get a @#$% ton of oysters, and some pbr enjoy the beach..
a farm that i stayed at in puglia, where i woke up every morning and got schooled by the grandmother on how to make pasta.
hopefully not working. the new york times, stump town coffee, second ave deli, an early movie, and ny noodle town
the godfather
I learned how to use the toilet. I learned how to turn on the oven. I have been chained to one ever since. I love my job. I hate my job.
nofx at cbgb. my dream concert would be cocksparer and rose tattoo opening with tom waits on the piano, opening for neil diamond and elvis
that i don't know shit
that can keep me on my toes and has a sharper tongue then me..
shorts..no shorts..
my grandfathers first dollar he ever made..
i drove cross country with two religious jews..
nothing other than what i am.
exactly who they are
my work..
get a new job.
that i don't take no. and i never give up.
a suprise/