Antoine Dodson + Bobby Flay = Pee in a Pit

So, to recap, I’m paying exorbitant amounts of rent money to live alone in an apartment building where thieves break into your living room via your patio and yet the building doesn’t allow you to have anything on the patio to create an obstacle course for the thieves because it’s against the goddamn safety code and then even if you do decide to put things on your patio anyway, people fucking pee all over it.

Alright Antoine Dodson, you’re up.
-More is Better

First and foremost, per my sister, the show should actually just be called: FUCK YOU, I'M BOBBY FLAY! And every week on FUCK YOU, I'M BOBBY FLAY!, Bobby Flay leaves New York to go to Small-Town America where he finds an old woman who, as the Nazis were dragging her out of her family's cottage in Soskut, managed to grab the stock-splattered recipe card for her grandmother's famous goulash in her young, trembling fingers and clutch it tightly to her breast for the remainder of the war, so someday it could be passed down to her children, and her children's children, and her children's children's children, to keep those simple country days around her grandmother's hearth alive.
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