cig.coy.

wake up early in the morning throw on some clothes drive to work smoke some bowls opened the doors, turned the exhaust fans on, lights followed, started flipping the equipment on, even though shit I forgot, i wasnt supposed to be high while operating with flammable gases the memo on the wall even say so sean like duh fuck it anyways I got my sauces hot, soups bubbling, through the bacon on the flattop whip out my sausage like where you bitches oops I mean waitress cause I'm cooking at big boy <and aren't I so big ow >wait I distress aye I mean cripping in the kitchen at cig coy I get my 12 inch chef knife out amd cut up fucking anything like chop chop chop