Playroom Nightmares

My mother is appalled that Nathan Jr, celebrity chef extraordinaire, is also kind of a dickhead.

I can't seem to find my hands. And where is my f***ing ladle?

F*** off, you stupid cow. Where's your f***ing brain? My ladle! Fetch my f***ing ladle! F*** you.

Grandma proves that she simply won't stand for such language.

Bluh-ur-gath. What the hell?

Ahem. Fine. Now, about that ladle.