Like all good homos, last night Initials, myself, and my roommate watched the finale of Top Chef, and like all good homos worth their feather boas, we screamed at the television when the judges chose wrong. We thought we might have heard boos on the television, but it might have just been us, and the people in the apartment next door, who also erupted in loud, angry hooting noises at the same time.
As everyone knows, the only time the words "Top" "Chef" and "Hung" appear in the same sentence there better be something like this.
Actually, fuck that. I'd rather have a hung talented bottom that cooks.
< Insert dirty cooking reference here >
