Ratatouille fart story by Painmaster13, literature
Literature
Ratatouille fart story
Paris, France. Home to a plethora of rich cultures. Among such a history is food chefs braved the dangerous world of the kitchen. Cuisine was king in France. No one knew that more than chef Auguste Gusteau. Author of bestseller Anyone Can Cook. A book after the chef’s famous motto and most staunch belief. And founder of his own five star restaurant Gusteau’s. Unfortunately for Gusteau his food did little to impress France’s top food critic Anton Ego. Leading to a harsh review from the critic which, according to tradition, meant a loss of one of his five stars. This devastated Gusteau such that he died of a broken heart. Lead
Steve was a hopeless romantic, constantly chasing after ‘the one’ for years. It had been that way since high school and hadn't changed since. Eventually he stopped trying and decided the effort of searching wasn't really worth it.
Steve wasn't an ugly guy, just drab. 23, and looked paler than people in their 70s. Messy dark brown hair and a nice (albeit meek) smile. Shy and dressed not to impress, with baggy lifeless clothes. He was on the shorter side, with an unimpressive 5'2. It didn't help that he slouched.
He lived in a 2-bedroom apartment with his stud roommate Kevin. Who pulled tail left and right.
Kevin had it all
Ratatouille fart story by Painmaster13, literature
Literature
Ratatouille fart story
Paris, France. Home to a plethora of rich cultures. Among such a history is food chefs braved the dangerous world of the kitchen. Cuisine was king in France. No one knew that more than chef Auguste Gusteau. Author of bestseller Anyone Can Cook. A book after the chef’s famous motto and most staunch belief. And founder of his own five star restaurant Gusteau’s. Unfortunately for Gusteau his food did little to impress France’s top food critic Anton Ego. Leading to a harsh review from the critic which, according to tradition, meant a loss of one of his five stars. This devastated Gusteau such that he died of a broken heart. Lead
Steve was a hopeless romantic, constantly chasing after ‘the one’ for years. It had been that way since high school and hadn't changed since. Eventually he stopped trying and decided the effort of searching wasn't really worth it.
Steve wasn't an ugly guy, just drab. 23, and looked paler than people in their 70s. Messy dark brown hair and a nice (albeit meek) smile. Shy and dressed not to impress, with baggy lifeless clothes. He was on the shorter side, with an unimpressive 5'2. It didn't help that he slouched.
He lived in a 2-bedroom apartment with his stud roommate Kevin. Who pulled tail left and right.
Kevin had it all
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