Ceroba darling I think I love you more than my wife but I've been married for 26 years and unfortunately marriage is just a bond that cannot be broken. Please oh please come on down to Bobs Burgers it is my restaurant and you will love it I will make a special burger of the day just for you... we can call it the Yellow burger not that in context you would ever really understand what that means but I'd lovee it because the video gaem is called Undertale Yellow. Ceroba you're in fucking Undertale. I think my male pattern baldness is starting to worsen
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Jimmy Pesto may each and every waking moment in your life be a sharp reminder that you will NEVER achieve any form of gratification whether it be through your trainwreck of a pizzeria or the family you attempt to raise
Your burger greased hands will ream with your own blood, and as you stare into the unloving eyes of the God you bare no faith to, I will toke the fires of hell that will cook you. Little wet meat man and your shaped meat discs calling yourself a chef. I'd kill you if it wasn't against the law
I'D SHAPE YOUR FACE INTO A MEAT DISC AND I'LL. I'LL INVITE THIS WEBSITE OF GAMING INTO THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU have stolen so many recipes and general culinary ideas from me you Tortellini Thief it just. I cry myself to sleep man. Have some dignity.
If you had any shred of dignity you'd make a foodstuff that takes you effort you sopping wet cat of a man. I'll piss on your grave and turn your tombstone into a pizza oven. I hope when you cry the oil of your bastard cooking seeps from your eyes and cooks your pillow causing a devastating house fire that swallows you and your family and your stupid fucking burger store. Coward man. I'll turn your dick into pepperoni slices
Bobby what is this? Who the hell is Ceroba.
no...my darling wife...this is all but a ruse. a sleight of hand that caries notion to page brushed past my subconscious this very afternoon, resulting in the half-baked supposed 'fracture' of our relationship you see before you. Let it be known that, under my shortcomings, anything I say or do cannot be trusted beyond the notion of the clocks striking 9 Post Meridiem, an unwritten rule that spans across our entire civilisations mindsets - not specifically my own. Oh how I long for you to discover in your soul any chance at my redemption beyond this puncture in our otherwise smooth sailing, for I cannot provide for a family without one to provide for. I mean just generally speaking that is usually how it works. Lest you turn your shadow to the opposite side of the room, I am encapsulated in the thick fog, my wife.
Linda Bob is having an affair. Turn him toward GOD almighty and tell him to repent his adultery.
JimmyPesto
24 days ago