What makes a Man?

One thing is for sure, a 'man' doesn't watch the Food channel. God no. One thing a man never ever does is watch those gay ass cooking channel cake challenge shows especially. I would never watch that. EVER. I ain't judging you for watching it if you do, I am just saying you are a woman. Apparently, that is common knowledge around your house, though, Nancy. Those things being said, it concerns me when people travel across the country, sometimes the world, and proper precautions are not taken.
What am I talking about? I am talking about $10,000 on the line, and we have climate control issues. We got a guy in the corner with 53 pounds of frosting holding up the statue of liberty's arm, and the room is so warm the frosting won't set. Remember when that guy did the Frank Lloyd Wright's 'Falling Water' house in graham cracker subfloors? It was pretty amazing, until the third story starts to bow because of the humidity in the conference room. $10,000 on the line, and we can't order a de-humidifier for the room?
There are some new rules, and a new sheriff in town. First off, all these challenges need to be held in a climate controlled room. Temperature and humidity MUST be controlled, or we can't do this thing at all. Second, no more bringing your premade cookies and shit. Everything, everything single thing that isn't a raw ingredient must be made on site. Next, the apex of the show is always the move. They make the contestants move their 'piece' five feet to the presentation platform. This is to simulate the real world challenges a caterer endures in getting these things across town. Also, they have to do a shot of whiskey on the hour every hour. Don't worry, your body metabolizes the stuff one ounce every 45 minutes. Good point, they need to do two shots an hour. Now you are cooking with gas.
But I don't watch that shit. I am busy hittin' women and driving my truck and listenin' to Metallica and stuff. Oh, and my clothes are ripped. So don't think I ain't a man, ladies... cause I am.
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