Hey there, Flavortown fam. Today was one hell of a day, let me tell ya. Johnny Bravo and I were roped into hosting a class for kids with severe mental disabilities, and let me tell you right off the bat - neither of us wanted to be there.
As we walked into the classroom with the camera crew in tow, I made it crystal clear to those children that I was only there for a tax write-off. Yeah, that's right. I wasn't about to sugarcoat it or pretend like I actually cared about being their friend.
I tried my best to distract them with a movie - classic move, amirite? But turns out the tape that played wasn't exactly kid-friendly material. It was some sex tape of yours truly getting down and dirty with someone who probably shouldn't have been on camera in the first place.
Surprisingly enough (or not so surprisingly), those kids started laughing their asses off at my expense. Even Johnny couldn't help but crack up from his spot at the back of the class.
I tried everything to stop that damn video from playing - unplugging cords left and right like nobody's business - but no luck. In true Guy Fieri fashion, I ended up smashing that projector piece of crap to bits just to make it stop.
Once all was said and done and those cameras stopped rolling, I gave my professional outro before storming off set without looking back. Can you blame me?
But hey...that's life sometimes in Flavortown: After Dark! Until next time...keep on cookin', keep on rockin', keep on rollin'. And remember folks: Don't try this shit at home!
Keep burnin' rubber, Guy