~point of view, Guy Fieri~
I woke up just like any other day, at 3 pm. I got up didn't brush my teeth, put on one of my 302 flame button up shirt, and headed out. I walkes out to my garage to get into my red 1967 chevy camaro ss convertible. I push aside all the Taco Bell and McDonalds wrappers, and began to drive. I started texting on my motorola flip phone getting pics of my exes moms tiddies. I was so distracted by my phone I hit a guy with my car...
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Guy Fieri: the daddy-o
RomanceA sexy, thiccy, bleach blonde food critic with flame button up shirts falls in love with one of the meals he eats. He falls so in love, he would go to any extent to get that fat piece of meet in his throat... or ass.
