Look on my works ye Mighty and despair! Mere mortals and bovines tremble at my culinary wrath!

Sirloin with the fruit of the loins of poultry.

I don’t remember celebrating my 21st Birthday yesterday. But this morning I awoke to a battle scene. There was remnants of last night’s pizza and absinthe splattered across doors like the jews did with the blood of lamb to ward off the holy spirit from taken their first-borns. I like to think that my marks ward off the devil from taking my soul. He probably got away with my liver…that thieving bastard.

~Wald