Being in the kitchen with David is my favorite

Being in the kitchen with David is my favorite thing to do. We laugh & sing, joke & drink wine while we're cooking. Things got out of hand one night though when we were making

Lobster Fra Diavolo & a side of Black Linguine. I always wondered what made the linguine black. David said, "You don't want to know" but I just had to ask. The frisky lobsters

was our band name. Local punk rock. Well, edgy alt rock, but we were the hardest band in Hartline, Wa. David pounded the drums. I checked the Mic by shouting, "Frisky Lobsters

in Hartline are ALIVE!" I played chords C, F and G, sometimes A, which are in the Key of Awesome. Then me, Dave & the rest of the band headed to Banks Lake for satanic rituals with

He then legged it to the kitchen. Despite Bono not being known for his cooking, he was determined to make a fabulous bunch of sausages out of the virgins intestines. Adding salt,

cajun seasoning and a just a hint of love, he created the perfect meal for the voracious Inquisitor. If the food wasn't good enough, his whole family would be murdered in cold

cucumber soup & garnished with scallions by the bunch of celery which had been stalking his family awaiting the go ahead. The Inquisitor hated the gumbo."Your family dies." He snap

-crackle-popped his way through the kitchen, hoping to find the one piece of evidence he needed to seal the case: The Cheese Grater. But alas, it was nowhere to be found, having

been absconded with by a small child who smelt of spam and was banging it loudly on the floor overhead, so that many a folder was awoken rudely and too early to soothe headache.