It is a fucking sauna in this kitchen today. Cheers Melbourne, I adore working in full black chef's gear when we have an Epicure photo shoot just because you've decided the forecast should be bipolar.
The underside of Satan's ball sack wouldn't get this sweaty if he was masturbating with a jalapeno up his ass in the fires of Mount Doom.
Need a slurpee...
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