
Cookbooks are informative but boring, so I decided I may soon be making a cookbook or Youtube cooking channel called ‘Just Fucking Cook It’. So, this would be my entry of how to make yourself some French toast:
You want to make French toast? Fucking brilliant, because it’s some darned tasty toasty shit you’re getting yourself into. Get yourself some bread, eggs, golden fucking syrup, milk and some sugar. No, the golden syrup and sugar is not optional. Do not question me if you want a tasty meal. So help me, I’ll poison your food if you don’t shut up and do what I say.
Okay — you want to get on with your life, so let’s just fucking cook it.


Just to get you into that cheery Christmas spirit, I’d like to remind you that Father Christmas, the very face of Christmas nowadays, does not exist. He’s never existed and if you believed that he did, your parents lied to you. Your parents consistently lied to you for what I assume was a considerable length of time about something that you loved and trusted in them to be true, right when you were at your most vulnerable and unable to think rationally for yourself. And for some of you, they never told you the truth – you figured it out on your own. Don’t be smug you bastards, because your parents may have never told you; maybe they were forever going to lie to you.



