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I hung out with Bobby Flay and Marcus Samuelsson this week. They're still coming in second and third to you, homes. Happy Friday.

I beat Bobby Flay and all I got was this t-shirt about scalping gingers.

I unashamed of how hard I laughed at that

No one should feel shame when they've stood next to America's Herp Elf.

Now I just want all the foods

Red Rooster's legit tho. Scanda-Harlem-Avia.

It was good times. This weekend, I ate my weight in all things crab, though.

So you did go home with Bobby.

Nah, I'm not his type. I consoled myself by coming down to the Preakness and getting my Maryland

That's what you think. That 1 horse broke my exacta up. Fucker.

On track euthanasia was a buzzkill.

Heard about that. It was one muddy, muddy, unforgiving track. May they have it easy in horsey heaven.

Pouring one out for the homie

Simple syrup and carrot blend.

Maybe the rest of this Black Eyed Susan

Plimco's Finest.

That's a stretch

Needs more glue. Oh horsies!

Well played

Jokes that can get you led out back and shot between the eyes are my speciality.

That is quite the skill. I applaud you.

You and your clap.

The crabs, they're no joking matter.

Get em before they boils.

Sho'nuff

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