Susan Reads the Thug Kitchen Intro.

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My darling wife Susan reads from the introduction of Thug Kitchen.  It will sear your virgin ears like a juicy pork chop.

-JJB
 

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  1. SuzeDecember 16, 2021 at 4:08 PM

    I’m just glad the light is low enough to de-emphasize my excess weight. And glad I lost some of that weight this past year. All I have to do now is lose some more and maybe finally use that book to learn to marinate my effing tofu.

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    1. John Joyce BakerDecember 16, 2021 at 4:27 PM

      At least you're not skinny-fat. That's the worst possible type of physique, and I'm stuck with it.

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  2. SuzeDecember 17, 2021 at 9:33 AM

    By the way, I only just found out that Thug Kitchen changed their name to “Bad Manners”. This happened during the summer of 2020 when a lot of people were prompted to change their names due to unintended racial connotations. The company didn’t intend that, but they went with “Bad Manners” so they could still be famous as the vegan cookbook full of swear words and an intentional anti-elitist attitude.

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