so this weekend we got a new guy in the kitchen. true story. he is japanese. so now i work with a bunch of italians, a german, and a japanese. i feel like i am in a bad world war 2 joke. at the same time i take solice in the fact if a all restaurant employee brawl were to break out i would most likely win. noe because of my kunf fu like quickness, or overwhelming strength thanks to my well sculpted guns. it would be because of my all supiour american badassness.
hell yeah(these colors only run when to get in shape bitch)
p.s. the brawl in question would have to take place in circa 1948 for the badassness to apply.
sorry.
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