Chef worked a lil too hard.

Did we mention it’s sauced?

I wouldn’t pay much for sweat

With just a hint of armpit.

Text is to testify.

Too much muc and sweat to pay for

And that’s why they call it muc.

Wait – I just realised it says “quid”! Chewing tobacco??

– Waiter! This image is not to illustrate!

Nevermind, it smells like teen spirit.

I hope this is not a case of quid pro quo harassment, although the sweat does seem to point in that direction.

– Hey bro! A receipt, whatever.
– That would be a quid, pal.

Image is not saucy enough

Sweat happens

Lucky I’m wearing my Beautiful Trousers; they’ll take care of the sweat.

Sweat (From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

‘See also ”Ode To A Small Lump Of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning” ‘

– Grunthos the Flatulent (disambiguation)

Rum dipped and aged chewing tobacco

Havanna sourced

At least there’s no blood or tears in it.

Waiter: Sir. Would you like to order sweats now.

It is actually Hungarian Ghoulish.

Image is to illustrate only.
Any resemblance between this picture, and the food you are served, would be an hallucination.

Quid Pro Suck Ho

Muck Cow Chew Not!

Success in cooking is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration.

Architeuthis smash!!

“Image is to illustrate.” As opposed to, say, to be your best friend?

I’m never been a dinker, but I can understand how getting the sweats can sour getting sauced.

Image is to illustrate . . . like Quid is to pay?

“Would you like your quid sauced?”
“No, I like my British money sober.”