“HRRRGGHHH” - “What are you doing? STOP SHITTING IN THE SOUP!”
You should have made sure I didn’t eat Taco Bell for lunch.
“SqUiRt oF lEmOn”
“Your loss lady, I go terribly with starches!”
Maybe I’m just grumpy, but by the time the potatoes are finger-licking good, you’ll be quite unalive. Even if the potatoes were boiling first before you went in, you’re still going to have an impossible time not screaming and flailing as you suffer third degree burns in fractions of a second.
You mean quite dead.
They got dumped into yesterday’s leftovers before firing up the stove again
Jokes on the witch, I brought my own finger-licking good taters with me into the cauldron. I keep them in pack 'round my waist.
Plus she’s boiling me frog style, so it’s going to take a while for me to notice.
I mean, the potatoes have not left the stew, technically
That’s the difference between a stew and a soup where everything had been puréed