This man wants you to know he is COOL. If his spiked blond hair and excess amount of bling doesn't give away his sexual orientation, then surely his numerous piercings and dice tattoo reveal all. He is a master at creating culinary catastrophes, so severe and so un-agreeable with the palate that one might think them a plague God withheld when liberating the Jews from Egypt. His vernacular is on par with most 6th grade thugs, and his clothing screams "tourist". More so, he insists on letting you know just how many of his friends are coming over (or rather, how many he can blow up with a tire pump) after the show to enjoy his food, when in reality the food is given to a homeless shelter, and from there to a pig farm.
I hope that this man retires to an island far away from civilization, not only for his complete incompetence in the kitchen, but for his unabashed endorsement of the grease bucket better known as TGI Fridays.
GT: I dont think so.
TT: You're fortunate then.