One kind of difficult thing about making soup for a large group of people - at least for me, on the rare occasion which forces me to make soup for a bunch of fags - is the constant urge to blow my load into it and think about everyone drinking my sperm as they chew on their goddamm crackers and tell jokes over wine and cheese.
Pretentious fucks.
MrNiceGuy
What, you're a cook, or something?
DevilDog016
Nope. I was at a firend's house, got invited for dinner. A lot of that guy's mothers' friends there. We decided to help out, and picked tickets. I got the soup. We didn't feel like eating soup, but watching those fucking fags drink the soup in tiny spoons and dipping crackers in it with their pinkies up really made me feel sick inside at the horrifying truth that this world is getting faggier by the day.