|Published November 09, 2006.|
|I would like to thank you for last saturday night. Normally I would have turned down the order you placed 25 minutes after the kitchen closed, but I thought I would already miss my bus and you seemed very nice, so I thought I would take 10 minutes out of my busy night to cook some desserts for you guys. When, after I cooked $30 dollars of desserts, I found out that there was some confusion as to which room it was going to, because room 311 does not exist, I was slightly annoyed. When I found out that it was a prank phonecall from outside the hotel, my annoyance turned to sheer fucking hatred.|
If I ever find you fucking sons of bitches, you're going to fucking pay.
|Pissed off Cook|