Look I just found out
about salt hank. He's
a chef-slash-
cook shared all on social
media, go look he slaps
food together like Jason
Bourne
fights.
It is impossible to refute
any of his recipes logically
or otherwise because shwoop!
Shwok!
FFFSSSST!
KARUNK SHLUNK
SHLUNK
and flash flash
cut
cut
cut the damn thing
is so good in his mouth
you got pissed!
Just look at him EAT
THAT - took him twelve
seconds from salt to nuts!
How'd you DO
THAT
SALT
HANK
That fellow knows
how to live,
and he shows
off. But not how,
exactly
He seems alright.
I trust him he knows
what he does, far as it
goes
consider me on board the
SALT HANK team, now -
SALT HANK? Hey if you see
this don't
go being
or turning
out to be some
childhood
predator
of bullies or
a sex bigot, or
one of those rape
culture studies professors
who sways both sides and hedges
edging toward pro,
like "well
naturally,
objectively,
actually-" I DON'T WANNA
HEAR THAT, HANK MAKE
FOOD! That's the deal right?
Fame at any level should have
a deal: DO IT (i.e. what you
gain fame for) I DON'T WANNA
HEAR that real shit, if it's real
awful! Who would? Nor
would I prefer you some
one of them damn woke
wars all-talk no-walk signal
-siders. Valor signal or any
other virtue (mercy ok -
mercy signal away, I make
exception there - but
flash me no good goddamn
'patience signal'! I will not
tolerate!) or whatever
other disappointment
one man can be to
another, straight up on
the level.
Be SALT HANK
Be MY IDEA OF YOU,
man, or better! That's
on you please. I trust
we have a "salt hank"
understanding, or
anyway one of us
might.
Do that damn job good
like always. It's clear
THAT is why team salt
hank
has a
hm.
No pun there.
No pun necessary. That
team has a me
in it, and
I don't care
or mind what figures. It's
literal.
Salt Hank 'til
the end
it sure comes quick
fast
big
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