The permanent, orange-red shirt splotches that betray aggressive ingestion of over processed, commercialized, Spaghetti-like, canned, pseudo-Italian food products.
Oh, for fuck sake! Did you eat that canned spaghetti crap for lunch again?
Yeah, why?
Because yer shirt is covered in Chef Boyardots; and that shit ain't comin' off any time soon.
When you Smoke a joint right to the bone of an "M" roll roach, leaving a glowing M in the embers.
*fit of coughing* We need to stop Master Cheffing it, that shits harsh!
When fisting a girl you bring your hand to your lists give it half a chef's kiss, the continue to shove your hand in her chooch and open your fist like a flower.
I knew he was the one after he pounded me with the best chef's fist of my life!
Our hair-impaired boss who likes to keep an eye on our work.
The bald chef is watching us... AGAIN!
When a guy marinates his finger in vagina juice for lube then proceeds to stick it up his ass to milk the prostate.
That pushy was just too loose I had to give myself a chef's finger to finish off.
Stupid idiot who hates 95 percent of people he meets. He should stop being a chef and stick to being a realtor.
a person who suffers from Chefelepsy caused by the addiction to cooking and/or watching cooking shows.
My mother is a chef-eleptic! She suffers from Chefelepsy! She has chefeleptic attacks on major holidays, especially Thanksgiving!