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celer-et-audax:

Going out with a bang
U.S. combat engineers and explosive ordnance disposal technicians use C4 explosives to blow the wings off an unserviceable C-130 Hercules aircraft at Forward Operating Base Shank in Afghanistan. The controlled demolition was done in order to remove the aircraft from the airfield.celer-et-audax:

Going out with a bang
U.S. combat engineers and explosive ordnance disposal technicians use C4 explosives to blow the wings off an unserviceable C-130 Hercules aircraft at Forward Operating Base Shank in Afghanistan. The controlled demolition was done in order to remove the aircraft from the airfield.

celer-et-audax:

Going out with a bang

U.S. combat engineers and explosive ordnance disposal technicians use C4 explosives to blow the wings off an unserviceable C-130 Hercules aircraft at Forward Operating Base Shank in Afghanistan. The controlled demolition was done in order to remove the aircraft from the airfield.


doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

#and here we see the important distiction:#mistakes from children are okay because they are learning#mistakes from adults who claim to be experts deserve to be called out

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.

doubleadrivel:

weliveonfiction:

flatbear:

cumberbitch-in-a-tardis:

marin-fluently-sarcastic:

counterpunches:

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

gordon ramsay fandom

If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.

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