Me, a 12-pack of Coors, a razor and a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide

If there is a God, Chef's wife will wake up in the middle of this.

"what are you doing honey?"
"Removing a toe."
"Why?"
"It hurts."
"So why do you need to take it off?"
"Just do."
"Why do you have a webcam up?"
"Friends I've never met at sportsjournalists.com want to see me mutilate myself. Next week: I'm burning freckles off my back with a blowtorch and a shovel."
"That's it, i'm taking Chef Jr. and moving back to my mother's."
"Wait!"

Then Chef trips and falls and hits his head on the table and shits his pants as his wife leaves.

 

OK.

In the interest of staying conscious.........I'll post a new pic on my sidesadle every 20 minutes as of now.....so 12:20 CDT, I'll post a current one on my sidesaddle.

That fair?

Son bitch, this is starting to smart a bit after the first layer of skin has been removed.

 

I'm having flashbacks to "Don't Be a Menace to South Central While You're Drinking Your Juice in the Hood" where Ash Tray sucks on Dashiki's toes.

I won't be snacking the rest of the night.

 

The fact o_t ever saw that movie makes me giggle.

 

Yeah, let's see Chef pour some hot sauce on his toe now!

 

How could one not love that flick?

 

I just had a couple Fig Newtons and a potato roll.

Do your worst, Chef.

 

Hurry up and buy!

 

I feel sorry for your mother.

 

THE MAN!!!

 

Alright;

New sidesaddle is up.

Enjoy....

The blood begins to flow here in a bit, I am afraid.

 

Any lemon pudding?