Master Jeff the "Master Chef" (read on)

I’m just bluffing tough-in tonguing a chocolate chip muffin with my buns and my bunions, on-come the po-tater’s when I announce CYA L8R skateboard user- a cursed cruiser of L.A. Looks of gelatin gelatinous putting up a frizzly fuss, and it discussed- to the disgusting derelicts of D-rock in his flip-flops of a mountaineous might, putting the slidden slightest to fight a Testes and a Tesla—this a ways off—Timmy Hays what of an Odd fixings subcutaneous injections in the bedroom/bathroom installed, balls to the walls, setting a path of what wide forces be of NATO richness seeking The Book of what Qur’an-like writing, plus some plotting to seep in the air of bi-sexy Hexxed at Hess for gasoline and kerosene- the amounts obscene and to be cinders, catching splinters and what RATS irated letter “R” of parental discretion, and discrete clothing wearing worn bed-side sheets, like the Greeks whose Gods set in stone—the King on-screen and on-Throne, throwing up and tossing some cookies, of a Chef Jeff...

Master Jeff the Master Chef, cooking up some ill shit for the lot of you! 😄