But sometimes he gives me lip!
But he still does it with a smile. The beautiful bastard.
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5 comments:
Can he make me dinner? I'm hungry...
and lazy...
Hahahahaha I love how this post has no point. My sheeshter is so silly :) And idk what you're talking about. You're an awesome cook. I'm sure Peter and the kids whole-heartedly agree.
Haha! I am silly. I just saw this little guy and wanted to post pics of him sitting on my kitchen windowsill. Then it turned into this random post. =p
:) Love Chef Gusteau.
Too funny! Thanks for the laugh on a Monday morning.
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